09-06-2016, 05:23 AM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
It was no secret that Reagan had followed Demian simply because it astounded her that he could see his way around, even without the use of his eyes. Such power and affinity to the land was rare, and it was good to place herself with the right kind of power, even when she thought perhaps that there would be no place for her and her abilities—granted should she ever be able to get them back. She sighed, following Demian from the fields and back into the meadow—a place she had made her home, of late—and raised her eyes with mild surprise when Demian not only found his way (presumably by scent alone) to someone who would prove to be a friend; someone the stallion knew.
This new gentleman looked quite agitated, as if he was looking for something—or someone—and then it is revealed that he is looking for a woman. She wuffed silently, as if waiting to be acknowledged. However, beyond her name, she was not specifically addressed. Taking time to look around the meadow at the inhabitants looking for their loved ones and family, she wondered if there was anyone here who still remembered her for who she was, and although she thought she caught the vague stench of her son—and other assorted family nearby—she was not given too long before a beat in the conversation left her room to speak. “We need a home. Some place to settle so that the little ones being born now are not exposed to the elements and made prey. My own daughter is about—somewhere—but can you imagine what could happen to them without the aid of our abilities to protect them and keep them safe?” She looked Romek square in the eye, her voice thick with Irish brogue as she addressed him solely. “You say you are looking for your woman. Is she perchance also expecting a child? Will you do what you can to help protect him from the elements of being here? On the open Meadow?”
She looked down to relieve an itch on her barreled chest. “I am tired of not being as my old self. And I am tired of the fairies playing with us as if we were puppets on strings. If my magic fails me, I must do what I can to get it back. Is that not why you brought me with you, Demian? To help you?”