Damn the dark, Damn the Light [Any/Open]

[Dacia]

I can still hear you saying - 
you would never break the chain

Why she strays here she’s not sure - the reason behind the means does not become clear to her even as she stands, alone, at the border of the quietly indisposed little kingdom. The Falls is simply a bookend when compared to the others surrounding it. The inhabitants know this, all of Beqanna supplements this idea. Yet still they remain, untouched in their complacency yet forgotten in their neutrality. A curious little slice of heaven, if you will. Dacia contemplates on this for a moment, wondering how her life would be if perhaps she had not been born into a kingdom of servitude, duty, close familial bonds. Would she have suffered the same outcome?

Her mind’s inner-workings float undisturbed for some time, circling above her like carrion eyeing a nearly-dead meal. They will not settle, not now at least, not until she can find the justice that she does not have the means to enact. In time. All will come together in time. So they float, and she ponders, and then her lips part and she calls out faintly to anyone who might be within hearing distance. Quiet does not mean empty. She assumes the drapings of a rather unimpressive creature: Caramel coat with a faintly darker dorsal stripe, matched only with the color of her mane and tail and adding a little pop of faded stripes about her legs. On her forehead she boasts a white marking, a star altered to render the shape of a heart. How … cute.

Not her normal idea of fancy, but in this place she wants to seem as lull as possible, as uninteresting and girlish as she can. Her camouflage is meant to give the wrong impression, an impression of fragility, kindness, weakness. Her eyes melt from their green shade and fixate on a honey golden, completing her change and thus creating a “new” version of herself. A new Dacia for every occasion. She chuckles inwardly to think that many will know her name, but very few will know her as a single horse. To some she is black as night, to others, blue, and now she is dun. So many, many faces, each one as important as the last.

Dacia;

color-changing vixen of the chamber