this is my fight song - anyone

[Joscelin]

joscelin

She is restless, pacing the small clearing like a caged animal. But she is not caged, there are no bars, no tethers keeping her where she is. Not physical ones, at least. No, her tethers are the emotional kind. Ephemeral and unbreakable all at the same time. She has attempted to keep her strong emotions under wraps, keep them from bursting free. But they refuse to be contained. She has gotten better, gained more control, but they still come. A flood of rage, or sadness, or confusion. A massive tide that her shoddily constructed breakwaters cannot keep contained for long.

She has gotten better though. Less destructive. The force of her emotions seems to be no less, but the brilliant outbursts they heralded were becoming more manageable. Enough that she believes she might soon be able to fly free of her self-imposed cage.

These are thoughts running rampant through her mind when she hears the quiet noise. She has been lingering on the edge of the Dale lately, in less populated portions of the land. Not that it was terribly populated to begin with. Nevertheless, she remained conscientious of her unstable state. It is why she has become so sensitive to the presence of others. Though the mare made very little noise, Joscelin heard, coming instantly to alertness.

She moves forward, putting herself in the filly’s field of view. She remains at a (relatively) safe distance, her red and white body still except for the occasional flicker of light running along the myriad of cracks that grace every inch of her body. As her bright golden gaze fixes upon her, she sees now just how young she is. Not that Joscelin has much of a leg to stand on. She is very young too. More a filly than a mare still. Those intense golden eyes study the newcomer, taking in the vine and flower. A hint of her former insatiable curiosity slips through the tight grip she has upon her volatile emotions. She knows she should turn and leave, walk away. The filly does not realize the danger she is in. But really, what’s the worst that could happen? The black and white girl might get a few pockmarks if Joscelin’s wayward power acts up again, but she’s pretty sure that would be it. In the end, she stays, her curiosity winning out.

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