WELL, JESUS CHRIST, I'M NOT SCARED TO DIE
Sometimes when crisis strikes you call a close friend, you hurriedly open their car door and let it out while you drive to nowhere; anywhere. That was how this was for Prague, there was no expression of emotion because she's not sure just what emotions or memories there are but it felt right. Rhy and Tantalize had saved her in the nick of time before a permanent solution was provided by the crashing tides. Today the Macaw's called to her, seeing their old friend but she just groaned about how loud they were. Small forrest creatures coming to see the old one's presence; no acknowledgment. The warmth of the jungle eased her aching bones so that was a plus to all the confusion.
She has no idea that she has been a Queen here several times, fought in an alliance twice, overthrown two leaders, birthed multiple children...loved, although she would never admit it nor show it, a few. The lost files of Prague were perhaps never to be found but for now she's concerned with trying to remember.
The iron gray mare sways against the thick ferns, trying to find some shade and perhaps a familiar face to strike her memory. She is much like a blank canvas when it comes to her own memories, perhaps she can learn others. Suddenly, she notices that she's been staring at a particular branch and it catches fire, instantaneously and is engulfed in flames. "Did I do that?" she then dances around it, it's uncomfortable. You can fix it. and with a bewildered look on her face, she thinks perhaps she can and it ceases, only smoke rising.
Perhaps magic is sometimes the only thing we have to hold onto.
I'M A LITTLE BIT SCARED OF WHAT COMES AFTER