show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She has seen ages come and she has seen ages go, like dust on the wind. Nothing ever lasts forever. But this, this is different. She has never seen anything like this. In all the eons Beqanna has existed, in all the times she has changed and buckled and reshaped herself, it has never been like this. Never has she wiped the slate clean in order to write history completely anew.
And that is… alarming. The white splashed mare is not, by nature, easy to startle. Or to fool. And this, this is something so entirely new and different that she is not quite sure how to react.
Anger, of course. So many are angry. But there is more. Resignation. Determination. Pain. The world is not the same as the one she had known so very recently. And it does not help that her sight has been taken from her. That she has been left blinded in all ways except for one, the one that is least important.
But she perseveres. She will not just endure, she will thrive, because that is her nature. That is who she is. And she will not do it alone. If she has learned anything in all her prying, it is this.
That does not mean life will not be difficult however. She cannot continue in quite the way she had been. She does not have the resources. So it is by pure happenstance, some ironic twist of fate, that she chances upon Wyrm in the meadow. Of course, there are not a lot of other places for one to be anymore, so perhaps it is not so surprising.
A small smile quirks her lips as eyes of crystalline blue light on him. She does not hesitate in her approach. They know each other well enough that she finds it completely unnecessary. ”Wyrm,” she says softly, stepping up beside him as her gaze brushes swiftly over his seemingly healthy green form. ”Fancy meeting you here.”
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts