"HOPING ONE DAY YOU'LL MAKE A DREAM LAST
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST."
The shape of the girl is not an unfamiliar one. She had the look of the desert to her - and just by outward appearance she was someone who could have called her birthplace home once. Perhaps that provides some comfort to the flaxen mare. Najya watches the stranger carefully, cautiously as her curled ears flick in the other’s direction. She wonders, for a moment, just what sort of place they’d managed to find - and if they’d find welcome here. However those answers would come in time, or so she hoped.
”Hello,” she echoed to the black mare. It had been so long since she’d spoken to another, her voice was cracked and unfamiliar to her own ears. “I’m Najya,” she offered, her voice not at all its usual softly accented chime. It was dry, cracked - much like how she envisioned her heart to look. “It’s good to meet you, Trissy.” She offered, genuinely, with a small dip of her head. From the mare’s withers, the dragon looked curiously at the mare. Where Najya was reserved, Amal was naturally curious. The little creature lifted a claw in a wave to the stranger, a small trill escaping her at the idea of having company. “That is Amal,” the little mare said, with a gesture to the dragon, “She’s pleased to see you. We’ve been traveling a long time.”
From elsewhere.
Trissy’s use of the word was quite appropriate given the situation. At the end of the day it didn’t matter where she was from - she wasn’t from here. However a flame of concern ignites in the once-healer’s heart. She’s so tired of conflict now, having watched the aftermath of war twice over. She eyes the dark mare cautiously before speaking once more.
”Tell me Trissy...is this place kind to those of us from elsewhere.” Perhaps Najya’s journey wasn’t quite over after all.
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