Jinju
First she lost her mother. Then found herself in an unknown place, even realising that her adoptive mother was nowhere to be found too. Last came the fire, which set a single tree on the mountain on fire. After that she had been too afraid and upset to notice anything else. Jinju didn’t link the fire to herself either, so she was also unaware of the fact that the magic got pulled from her upon leaving the mountain. Yes, the black filly had felt something, something that pulled on her as she barged through the invisible barrier, but she hadn’t really paid much attention to it. The other emotions kept her mind busy enough.
The field she barged into was another unfamiliar place, but at least it was something you would expect to find. Maybe, just maybe, her mother had found herself a way to this meadow? ”Momma!” she calls again, again and again. Jinju’s voice is all shrill and her throat sore, but nothing compared to the tills that spill from her red eyes. ”Oh mom, please! Where are you?” One last time she whinnies, standing completely still, even holding her breath, to carefully listen if Lexa responded to her calls. When no answer follows, she breaks.
Once again she stands somewhere, completely lost and alone. This time she’s older and holds more experiences and memories, but that is exactly what makes it harder. Jinju clearly remembers her adoptive mother, the Jungle and the life she had lived there. The first time it had been different, she had been aware of the ‘missing’ of her mother, but she couldn’t remember how the mare had looked like. Mostly knew of her existence basically, and the one of her older brother. With Lexa it was different and Jinju had learned how to love the appaloosa mare if she was her real mother. And now she was gone too.
Her calls have died down, now knowing better than keep calling out, since there weren’t any ears to hear them. The tears, however, don’t stop. She’s crying, hiccupping and desperately gasping for breath in between. Trying to find some comfort and shelter Jinju starts walking, head lowered towards the ground, hoping to find a small collection of trees or bushes to hide.
The field she barged into was another unfamiliar place, but at least it was something you would expect to find. Maybe, just maybe, her mother had found herself a way to this meadow? ”Momma!” she calls again, again and again. Jinju’s voice is all shrill and her throat sore, but nothing compared to the tills that spill from her red eyes. ”Oh mom, please! Where are you?” One last time she whinnies, standing completely still, even holding her breath, to carefully listen if Lexa responded to her calls. When no answer follows, she breaks.
Once again she stands somewhere, completely lost and alone. This time she’s older and holds more experiences and memories, but that is exactly what makes it harder. Jinju clearly remembers her adoptive mother, the Jungle and the life she had lived there. The first time it had been different, she had been aware of the ‘missing’ of her mother, but she couldn’t remember how the mare had looked like. Mostly knew of her existence basically, and the one of her older brother. With Lexa it was different and Jinju had learned how to love the appaloosa mare if she was her real mother. And now she was gone too.
Her calls have died down, now knowing better than keep calling out, since there weren’t any ears to hear them. The tears, however, don’t stop. She’s crying, hiccupping and desperately gasping for breath in between. Trying to find some comfort and shelter Jinju starts walking, head lowered towards the ground, hoping to find a small collection of trees or bushes to hide.
@[Reagan]