 Grey. Everything was Grey. Her heart, her soul, the skies, her outlook on life. Everything was cold, right down to her bone. She'd been bitter. Cold and bitter and lost and alone. It hadn't been a great life after leaving Orange County. She remembered fondly now, how Hakeem had been a caring and astute steed to her mother, how he had been a fatherly figure to her growing up. But it all came too much, she grew bitterly twisted as the seasons changed from winter, to spring, when the leaves fell in autumn on the County, she had disappeared. Alone. Far away, but never far enough. She saw all but said nothing. Was cool and calm, but inside a tempest rage boiled. The blue roan mare wandered the meadow; as vast and vacant today as her mind. She had her wings stretched out but lazily dragging on the ground as she walked, each footfall seemed to take an eternity. She wondered if her mother's bleak outlook on life was hereditary, but often pinned her ears at the thought. She was never going to be like Locket. she couldnt. She wouldn't. But part of the blue lady thought that maybe, maybe she was half way here. But whereas Locket would die eventually. Nyryn was cursed to live on and on. Such a bleak existence, an ageless and bleak existence. She was unsure whether or not the Forest Frontiers was a permanent fixture or a temporary boarding, but she needed space to think, space to contemplate. And contemplate, with the world on her shoulders, Nyryn did. |
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