So let your heart, sweet heart
Be your compass when you're lost She had been caught up in a dream. A dream that had almost felt like it had lasted for a lifetime. She doesn’t recall much of the years that had passed by. Most of them have come and gone. It had simply been a lull, and she is waking up for the first time in a long time. Madelyn finds herself in the midst of an enclosed section of the meadow. A hidden part of the world tucked away. It is her safe haven—not even the darkness of the world could find her here. She yawns softly, barely opening her eyes just yet. The feeling of dreariness of her sleep is still taking a toll on her. Inhaling the bitter air, she closes her mouth sharply. The crispy air of winter greets her softly as it sends a rush of coldness down her throat. Her hazel eyes burst wide open with shock. The buckskin girl shakes her head, letting the moment of shock quickly pass away. She carefully looks around her, trying to remember how she had gotten her. The memory is completely gone, but that is perhaps what happens when you are one to turn to the world of dreams. Madelyn has always found herself caught up in a world of such things. All she knows now that it is dark. Feeling the last of the yawns escape her lips, she pulls herself up and stretches one leg out at a time. She allows herself to take her time. There was never a rush for her to go anywhere. No one had ever needed her, and no place had ever truly captivated her. Slipping through the small enclosure, she carefully peaks out into the world. Madelyn can barely see anything except for what the silver moon illuminates within the night. So far everything looked the same to the buckskin girl, but something did not exactly feel right. Something felt extremely wrong. She pushes herself fully out of the enclosure now, curious to what this weird feeling she can’t quite shake off. “Hello?” She calls out, feeling a sharp shiver run down her spine as the first days of winter continue to greet her. “Is anyone out there?” She can feel the presence of someone, or something nearing her but there is nothing. There is no one. The mare then comes to a standstill, falling silent as her gaze flickers across the meadow. Madelyn a naïve daughter of emelia & nocturnal |
@[Tiphon]