Solace
They have more in common than he may assume as she slowly approaches.
Solace was well acquainted with nightmares, night sweats, and night terrors.
Figures in the dark and distorted versions of those she loved had frequently visited the pale girl during the long nights of her childhood. But it was not shadows and mysterious, fanged creatures which left her dreading rest - if she was lucky she would be the one running from the monsters.
In her most of her nightmares, she had been the beast.
At least after she killed her brother.
At least after Kaiode died.
Dawn had always been a welcome sight for Solace, and she had often met it with sleepless eyes.
"Hello," she says cautiously. Unimaginative, yes, but it got the job done, and she half expects the crunching of her hoves on the gravel of the riverbank to scare the little creature away. Children were a mystery to the young mare. Svedka and Smoak had drawn the girl from her soul many times, but it was more common to find her scolding them than joining in on their reveling. Her voice remains soft and low as she speaks to the colt she has never seen before again.
"Are you lost?"
caretaker of hyaline
