Was it odd to feel as though the place of your birth wasn’t your true home?
Even though she’d never ventured beyond the island and had been raised there alongside her myriad of half – siblings, she felt an assurance that her true place lay beyond the multicolored horizon. The longer she remained there, with the ocean barring her escape, the more her certainty grew. Soon, she would make her way to the mainland. Until that moment, she had gotten herself into the habit of following a variety of Ischian that inhabited the island. It had become interesting to her to watch from the shadows – to hear their conversations when they thought themselves to be alone.
Today, she had chosen to shadow Mosrael the sister she considered herself closest to. Lately, however, the older mare seemed distracted and Astarael sensed a change in her that reached beyond her newly donned mane and tail.
Weaving through the damp forest the pair came to a break in the trees. Mosrael paused there briefly before she stepped out onto the sandy beach ahead. Following from behind the tree line, Astarael paused. There, grouped upon the beach was her father and, now, two half siblings. At the center of them all was Galilee with her newest contribution to their constantly growing family tree. On the outskirts, their joy was impossible to miss. Having been the youngest for so long, she should have been just as excited as them. Perhaps now they would see her more grown up. Perhaps now she could follow the call she felt beyond the sea. However, instead of excitement, she felt nothing. There was no desire within her to intrude upon their precious family moment. Clearly, she was not welcome there and they seemed quite content without her there.
Without saying a word, she turned around and abandoned them there behind her.
Astarael
I want to exorcise
the demons from your past
And I'm done