good at goodbyes
Ischia. The small island off the coast of Beqanna would always hold a special place in Mosrael’s heart. Having been born and raised upon the tropical dot of land, she found it difficult to leave – but equally difficult to return. Having waded across the bridge that connected the mainland to the island, she stood on the outskirts of the tropical forest as her coat slowly dried. Her appearance had changed a bit since she’d last stood upon her homeland. Her new silver tail billowed in the soft breeze, her brother’s success proudly on display.
Despite having gotten third place, she did not revel in the lesson Nike had sought to teach. Fear was nothing to be proud of and the longer she contemplated upon her ultimate fear the more it angered her. Deep down within her, she knew that her fear of death was only the biproduct of a greater fear. Having lived an average life, she wanted to pass into her next life with pride knowing that she’d made something of her life. As a four-year-old, she had yet to accomplish her life’s dream.
She’d returned more determined than ever. No matter what it took, she would be the first mare to join the brotherhood and she would stand proudly beside her father more deserving than any stallion there. First, she had to make her desire known to Brennen himself.
Although he’d always been supportive of his children’s ambitions, she wasn’t sure how he would feel about the admittance of hers. Unlike Belgaer’s desire to become a diplomat, she faced a lot more politics. There had never been a mare welcomed into the fold before, but she believed herself to be just as an impressive fighter than any man.
Exhaling, Mosrael shook her mane, freeing it from any lingering droplets of water. It still caught her by surprise to see the black of her mane now interwoven with strands of shocking silver. It hadn’t been a huge change and, yet, it had become difficult to recognize herself. There were other changes too, of course, changes that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. Her new water immunity had been something she’d loved exploring and she couldn’t help but contemplate the many ways it could benefit her in battle. Of course, it still wasn’t as impressive as her father’s bone-bending, or Belgaer’s wing span. She was grateful, however. Having gone from nothing to something was exciting in and of itself.
@[Klaudius]