For the first time in quite possibly her entire life, a tingle of fear, of alarm, creeps down her spine. She draws in a sharp breath as the realization sinks in that she knows nothing. She knows not her past, her family, her home. She does not even know her name. She is entirely at the mercy of the world, one which she does not know whether it is cruel or kind. A niggling doubt in her mind suspects the former.
Mom… Joscelin? The words draw her head around, drawing her gaze to the tall, pale mare that approaches her with familiarity. For a moment, she doesn’t know who this newcomer is speaking to. But, no, the other mare has introduced herself as Marlyn. It can only be her she means. Joscelin. It could be her name.
Mom. Is she a mother? Does she have other children? She doesn’t know. She knows nothing of her family, and if this woman is indeed her daughter, she must take after her father. She opens her mouth once, as though to answer, but closes it without speaking. She turns a bewildered gold gaze onto Marlyn, but there is no confirmation of anything coming from that quarter.
Are you alright? The question is an echo of the one Marlyn had already asked, and Joscelin shakes her head, though she does not mean it as an answer. The movement however, does nothing the clear the fog from her brain. A part of her feels almost a hint of familiarity, of fondness, towards the white mare, but she cannot help but wonder if that is truth or simply a product born of hope.
She shakes her head again, though this time she does not expect it to do any good. ”I don’t know.” She takes another deep breath, not quite sure who to turn her gaze to. She feels as though she is constantly repeating herself, as though she is utterly useless. ”I just… I just can’t seem to remember.”
Joscelin