my soul is in the sky
The land is just a land, the place just a place. The River holds no meaning for her, but neither does the Beach though it should. It was the place she was born, after all, the place where her mother died in the very next breath. It should matter, but the world has always been so much bigger than a place or a horse she never truly knew. The world was the sky to her; it was the wind and the birds and the rain; it was freedom.
Her mother was nothing more than a construct in her mind, a collection of stories told to her as a child. Those stories were, likely, far from the truth. They painted her mother into something perfect – too perfect – to be believable. Perhaps her mother had been good, but no one was perfect, and Rae knows she will never know the truth of her mother or her father. No one had even been able to tell her stories of her father except that he controlled lightning and her mother controlled electricity. Together they made Rae, who simply controlled the sky.
No, she did not control. Controlled was the wrong word. Rae was the sky. Her breath was the wind, her heartbeat was thunder, her tears were the rain.
Rae has never been made new, for she has always been the sky, but she can appreciate the simplicity of the world in a way. She can feel the sky as this mare must now feel the cosmos, though the concept of earth is still a foreign thing to Rae. Rae may not have magic, but she was born made of the sky, and so she knows the taste of it well enough.
Her birds catch sight of the mare who simply appears by the river tonight. Beautiful they tell her, though they give her nothing more than that. It’s all Rae needs though, because not everyone catches the attention of her birds. They are her eyes and ears now, her friends in Beqanna. She’s made few other friends, not that she has tried. She blames no one but herself, and cares even less, simply because she has not tried. Perhaps one day she would try, but today, she cared only to meet the mare that interested her birds.
Leaving her cloud behind, Rae takes to the sky again, following the direction of the birds that had first spotted her. Clouds had a tendency to drift, and Rae had gone farther than she realized, but still it does not take her long to find the other mare. Her sight may not be great at night, but she doesn’t need it up here to navigate.
Nor does she need night vision to spot the mare. Her birds were right, she is beautiful indeed, a sunset splashed into the darkness. Rae nickers, landing softly nearby, tucking her wings to her side and she closes the remaining distance on hoof. “Hello,” she says, warming the air around them slightly to remove the bitter chill. “What do you seek up there?” she asks, gesturing to the place the mare gazes. After all, the mare gazes into Rae’s domain, and in this, perhaps she can help.
rae
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