show them the joy and the pain and the ending
As the sun sets, lighting the water with brilliant hues of red and pink and purple, a slim figure of deepest blue laced with white can found meandering slowly along the grey sands of the beach. Her steps are slow and leisurely, hoofs sinking into sands that feel both similar and very different from those of her birth home, now long disappeared. She pauses only once, briefly, to gaze out across the water in the very spot she had first arrived in Nerine.
She does not seek out the woman who had brought her here, instead enjoying the solitude of the warm sunset. She would not be averse to company, but she is not actively seeking it out. No, not today. She had done enough of that recently.
Her thoughts drift to those times she had absented herself, to the echo of fear in her breast that stirs a storm of rage and an intense desire for revenge. It is a revenge that would come soon enough, but she is a patient woman. She would bide her time, collecting her power, until she could best serve that longing. That patience is an asset that has served her quite well throughout her life.
Rather than dwell however (there would be time for that later), her thoughts drift to another memory, one much nicer but equally forbidden.
Perhaps she should find something to do, seek out something or someone interesting to steal her mind from such unwelcome thoughts. As her gaze drifts to the cliffs, across the jagged edges and crumbling rocks, her sight catches upon a ragged opening at the base of the rock. One of the many caves gracing this particular tract of land.
It would definitely serve her purpose. Stride lengthening, she continues forward with purpose, angling towards that dark hole. When she nears, she slows, coming to a halt at the entrance, brilliant blue eyes peering with curiosity into the black maw of the cliff.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts