what has sunk may rise, what has risen may sink;

[Nymeria]

Nymeria did not know who he was. Although she wasn’t young she was a foreigner to Beqanna. Her parents had sprouted out of the land. They had even lived in the land, but Nymeria was not her parents. She had been born, and as swiftly as she had been born she was taken away from Beqanna. She was brought to wander the lands with her father and sister. She had never been meant to return to Beqanna, but she had. Nymeria had finally settled down in the Orange Country with Kreios when she heard the voice. It sounded more like an echo from a distant source, and it had quickly wakened Nymeria from her usual daydreams. It had only been nine words, and yet Nymeria felt a tug at her chest to follow them. The bay mare was far more neutral than evil or good- but she did follow love. She made it a point to help anyone who asked. This voice had done just that. It asked. Nymeria listened. With nothing more to follow than instinct Nymeria walked forward. She hoped that her hoof steps would carry her to the source so that she may help. ”Here I am” She said aloud at nobody, but the voice could hear her; she was sure of it. nymeria