[open] Unbidden, unbroken, untimely; Kagerus, Kasanova; Any

[Insignificance]

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Rebirth. It is a strange thing, for it can be interpreted in so many different ways. To me, rebirth could be a state of mind. In my mind – I had been reborn into this new world of Beqanna. (to stay by her side). I am not what I once was, but the life I left behind still clung. It was still there, fighting, trying to survive. Kagerus It was a name that held so much meaning to me that I was short of breath at its very mention. A wave of every emotion possible slams into me like a tidal wave. Maybe Kagerus is my own personal quest, my road to salvation. Perhaps she is what keeps the small part of me alive. The last morsel of hope fighting to live, even if it is only a dim light showing on occasion. Faces dance across my mind in a slow ballet and while before I was drowning in this sea of memories, Kagerus words bring my sanity back to me – making me see that I am not alone. I slap myself to reality and away from insanity as I smile absently back at her words. ”Home” I echo, paused (or poised) on the cusp of night – of morning – of leaving this place. So when the stallion Kelsie goes to us – I do not falter. I turn towards him, my back towards the sun and my pitted eyes glitter faintly with the reflection of sunlight, though I was not captivated by the splendor of morning. If he looked closely – he would see the angst in my stance, in the way my matted tail flicks disquietly. I am a broken withered thing, a rose trampled on the ground. Burrs and nettles adorn the tassels of my greying mane, and I am thin, weak and pathetic. My wildflower companion is not much better off, but there is still the faint glimmer of youth in her eye, and a quiet beauty despite the gaunt of her ribs. A sad sight as we huddle together against the rest of the world. With one long inhalation to help calm my nerves, I force a smile upon my lips – for his words are gentle to my battered ears and there is an air of uncertainty about him that puts my mind at ease, and I wonder when I turned from independent into terrified. "Hello" I rasp "I am Insignificance, and this is Kagerus" and there´s a pause. A pause where my greying muzzle gently touches the hollow of her shoulder lovingly.  "And we are lost." I know I should say something more, but the ability to produce pleasantries and engage in simple conversations has escaped me.  insignificance

@Kagerus @Kelsie - sorry about the lateness and the crappiness of this! Busy week at work