my heart was never pure; any

[Osyva]

In all her time here, she had not once been confronted by any member of the army, not even during the war. But, that isn’t their fault. For the “average woman,” Osyva is rather adept at hiding. She has done so nearly half of her life. Why she chooses today to step from the penumbras half light and into the open is a mystery, even to her. Why anyone suddenly has an interest in her is also a mystery. Yet, here they are. The blue-black Colonel spews an array of questions in rapid succession. She is obviously not a diplomat. Osyva stares at her for a moment before the mare introduces herself as Kimber. “I came with Straia from the Field long ago, before the war.” she says, unwilling to divulge any more of her past than that. The Field had been her baptismal font. She’d been washed clean of her past there. At least, that was the theory. Yet, as far as Osyva had traveled from Heaven’s Gates and the Falls, she could never forget her parents, even if they had forgotten her. “My name is Osyva.” What does she need? She does not know.