She is too lost in her own confusion to hear the approach of another. For a moment, her mind feels surprisingly… weightless. There is simply no recognition there. No matter how she scrabbles, how she searches and grasps, she cannot find anything familiar. She feels as if she should know, but she does not.
The echo of her own word, the word torn so unexpectedly from her throat, brings her head around rather abruptly. Her frown deepens, brow furrowing as she considers the stranger. For a moment, she wonders if they know each other. If she had seen what happened. But the freckled bay mare’s next questions confirm that they must be strangers.
”I… think so,” she responds softly, in a hesitant voice she does not recognize.
Abruptly, she realizes she is still on the ground, a position that puts her at a distinct disadvantage. For some reason, that bothers her. So the dual toned mare rises quickly to her feet, a bit clumsy in her haste. Heavy wings fall at her sides, and she ruffles them irritably. They feel awkward and cumbersome, as though the do not quite belong, though she cannot for the life of her place why.
Beqanna. Forest. Her words sound both familiar and foreign. Shifting her bright, metallic gaze, she settles it upon her companion, opening her mouth to give her her name before the realization sinks in that she does not know it. Shutting her mouth with a jarring force, she glances towards the trees as her features fall with bewilderment.
”I don't…” she begins to respond before halting as she racks her brain. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she turns her eyes back to the stranger before continuing, ”I… don't know.”
She cannot help the small bit of helplessness that creeps into her tone. She only knows that she instinctively hates the way it sounds upon her tongue.
Joscelin