Astarael wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there alone upon the beach. It was only as the sand around her hooves began to dry did she realize that the tide had pulled itself back out. Exhaling she watched as the phytoplankton slowly began to fill shoreline with the glowing blue of their bodies. With one final glance at the horizon, she turned back towards the inland. It was then, as she prepared to leave the beach, that she spotted the approach of her older half-brother. Cagney.
It came as no real surprise that the stallion was just now introducing himself, even after a year of her living amongst them. Brennen’s brood was large, and he kept his sons too busy to mingle with the likes of her. But she knew them all. She knew their faces, their names and their abilities. Like her, Cagney had been dumped upon their father by a careless mother. Like her, he was seemingly average – yet she sensed a power within him. Whether he knew it or not, he was not as plain as he appeared.
”I know you,” she said with a slight edge to her voice. ”Cagney, you’re in the brotherhood? Vader and Thayne are your children, my niece and nephew?”
Left, mostly, to her own devices, it had quickly become a favorite pastime of hers to learn as much as possible about her many siblings. She studied them from afar, asked questions and remembered. There was much more than she’d learned about Cagney through her older siblings. Especially the mares. They liked to talk. One name presented itself to Astarael, but she chose to tuck it away for another time. It was more fun to move slowly, to dance around and make them believe her to be the young impressionable filly that most of them pretended her to be.
She never forgot, however, and never would.
Astarael
I want to exorcise
the demons from your past
@[Cagney]