"EVERYTHING YOU WANT IS A DREAM AWAY."
The little mare was so tired of remembering, but she knew she’d never forget. Her memories haunted her - swirling in her own shadow. Every moment of every day, she could feel them. And nights? Nights were torture as Najya was forced to relive each painful detail in the form of vivid nightmares. Amal sat upon her back, quiet. Najya knew her own grief weighed heavily on the little dragon. Such was the risk with a bond such as theirs. But the usually sprightly little dragon was worried that they were both doomed to live in this darkness.
Najya was a survivor. That was her curse - living on after being torn from her loved ones. First her family. Then her mate. Now her children. But her magic was spent - the last ounce leaving her in an attempt to save her children. Darkness had taken her before she knew if she’d been successful or not. All she had now was hope, and that hope was fleeing at best.
Beqanna didn’t feel like home - it was simply a placeholder. A place for her to exist, but Najya had found it impossible to try to assimilate into this land. The idea of picking up and moving on seemed...impossible. Time failed to register and the days turned to weeks with little reaction from the desert mare. Even Amal wasn’t enough too keep Najya from fading.
Najya stood beneath a wide tree in the meadow, watching with glazed eyes as life bloomed around her. Above, Amal busied herself with hunting in the branches above - a distraction more than anything - from the cloud of despair that followed them both.
- N A J Y A -
@[Isilya]