She is alone in this corner of the meadow, except for her daughter that explores nearby. She watches Aislyn with a quiet sort of amusement, marveling at how incredibly different she is than most of her children. It was not just the vibrant pink of her eyes, or the peculiar smattering of white across her raven-black coat. It was the fierceness that she seemed to have been born with, and maybe coming into this world while it burned around her had played a small part in that. The little girl wanted so badly to explore more parts of Beqanna, but she was reluctant to let her – as she was with most of her children when they were this young. She knew that soon, she would be off on her own, and Ryatah would be just an afterthought. She released the tether on all of them eventually, some sooner than others, but she had a suspicion that Aislyn would be the one leaving, rather than the other way around.
Aislyn had preoccupied herself with a nest of young rabbits, and Ryatah was only half-way paying attention to make sure she didn’t try to follow one somewhere into the woods that flanked the border. She stood beneath a solitary tree, the warmth of the summer sun filtering through the leaves to create a lace of shadows across her porcelain-smooth skin, and out of habit, she continuously scanned for anyone familiar. It was a rare occurrence anymore, with most that she had known disappearing and fading to wherever one goes when they are no longer in Beqanna. The thought used to create an aching, hollow feeling in her chest, but she had founds ways to slowly pacify it (they were all a part of her twisted remedy, but she didn’t regret it).
She hadn’t realized she had become trapped inside her own mind again, until she felt the presence of someone walking by. Blinking the daydream from her eyes, she finds a golden mare, her skin glistening with sweat in places and her face drawn with fatigue. A quick glance to Aislyn finds her still more or less in the same place, and so she centers her focus again on the stranger. “Are you okay?” The softness of her voice somehow still fills the space between them, and her eyes reflect the concern for the other mare as she takes a hesitant step towards her.
@[Izora Lethia]
Ryatah is also Raed's mom <3 I didn't even realize she would have that sort of connection with Lethy when I suggested her haha