The forest is a good place to dwell if dwelling is your desire at the time. The shadows will harbor you and the wind’s whispers can encourage you, even play with you. In due time the shackles of dread, or angst or sorrow or whatever weighs you will fall away. Kota has found this to be true in her short years of living on her own. When the reckoning took her healing magic from her she became the closest thing to devastated she’s ever been in her life. It’s all she’s known since she discovered it at six months of age, playing with some friends when one tripped and twisted their ankle – their writhing and wailing made her reach out to stop it, to hold them down or comfort them we’ll never know but either way something happened that day that changed her life forever. She could heal. At first it was weak or drained her so severely she remained hazy for days, even weeks one time. She learned not to play frivolously with it and she deeply respected the cold misty curls of sparkling fog that she produced with her pink nose’s touch. She became wise to its tricks, learning it inside and out.
And now it is gone. Vanished. Taken.
In the eve of the mountain’s rising she had known something like this might happen. She could feel it. The land was speaking of it, warning whomever would listen. And so it happened and here everyone was, some broken, some empowered, some left to wander where they were once stable. Kota is lucky, she’s always wandered and stability is something only children get the luxury of, or so she was lovingly taught.
She moves to get back on the trail, she’s been napping off to the side in the soft moss and she’s now ready to get back to her meandering. “Oops.” She finds herself unintentionally between a mother, a smoky charcoal woman who appears stout and strong and her young speckled child. The paint mare steps back, blinking her icy blue eyes at the child who bears a gaze of a similar shade. She smiles and watches the child move under her nose to follow its rather morose looking mother. “Apologies.” She steps back onto the path and tries to walk slowly to keep from crowding the pair. She wants to ask if everything is alright, but all within her tells her not to, tells her to mind her own damn business.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
<33 hope this is okay @[Reagan]
