I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
It was chilly.
But she did not mind it terribly. It seemed to match the winter storm that continued to silently rage on within her fragile heart. Noellen has long since left the jungle behind her – leaving the refuge it had once provided her for her childhood home beneath the willow tree within the meadow. Quark had simply removed her from the cove and taken her back to where she felt Noellen would be the safest to recover fully from her horrible ordeal.
But although there were no scars or disgusting brands that remained etched into her skin (the generosity and kindness of the dragon-mare knew no bounds), the star girl longed for the familiarity that the meadow provided her. Her sons were old enough to be independent and had parted ways from her.
She had no one.
All she had to keep her company was the harsh reality of the world and the lingering desolation that came with that knowledge.
She had once been a naïve, bright girl who knew no evil in this world. But she had since been sullied and spit on and stepped on and pushed into the dark, gritty earth beneath her feet until her spirit had been crushed and forced into the smallest of cells. Every male figure in her life (with the exception of her four beautiful sons) had done her wrong and she wondered if she was meant to live her life alone beneath this willow tree.
It was better than the alternative – betrayal and malicious intent.
Her ears twitch slightly at the sound of footsteps approaching and she brings wary emerald green eyes to meet those of a grullo man. Her eyes had once been lively and joyful, but now they merely dulled in comparison to what they once were. But they were not as flat as they had been during her time within Khaos’ cruel hands. She had finally become more aware of the world and had decided to come out from behind her wall of numbness.
The star girl offers him a timid smile and she dearly hopes that his intentions remain good.
She couldn’t handle another one.
“Hello.”
Noellen