There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She feels so empty. Since the moment of her birth, she had always been a force to be reckoned with. Not as powerful some, but certainly not a mare to be trifled with. Even with the dark cracks splitting every inch of her skin (a terrible imperfection, but one she had made her own, weakness turned strength), she has never felt quite so incomplete.
And the Amazons, they are gone. Buckled into the earth by an angry Beqanna. The place she had made her home (she had been sent as a long ago, nearly forgotten deal, a trade, but she hadn't cared. No, she had made it hers, just like the cracks, and it had become a part of her).
It is such a bitter pill to swallow, but they had earned it, it seems. She had spoken against further conflict so very recently, but it hadn't been enough. Only one small voice amongst dozens.
But she will prevail. She always does, even against the most horrendous of odds (she wears the proof of it as a badge of honor upon her skin). Still, it seems she has no other place but the meadow to call home, at least for now.
So it's no surprise that she is rather irritable. She ruffles the feathered wings tucked against her sides as she walks, doing her best to keep warm. She is not accustomed to the icy winter temperatures just yet, which is even more galling.
That is perhaps the only excuse she has for not recognizing her father at first, despite her golden gaze resting rather blankly on him for several seconds. When his identity does register (he's different though somehow, less… omnipotent), her first reaction is surprise, then relief, which is swiftly followed by a quick burst of happiness.
”Dad!” A brief smile crosses her lips as she moves nearer. ”I'd say I'm surprised to see you here, but it seems the only place to be anymore.”
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria