[open] The living are hungry; any

[Heda]

The world has changed and shifted since she's been here. Her loved ones are no more and for those who are left they are far and in between, merely distant relatives and friends who have lingered within the enthralls of her tangled memories. She has lost all of her attachments, her heart no longer thrums from where she had began for she has returned to find her previous safe havens are no more. Loess has become mere flecks of dust within the wind beneath her wings, yet she still grasps onto those memories. The emotions of every single aching memory of her past washing over her. She carries them with her a constant ache of what was, and reminder of what will be when she returns to Beqanna. 

The wind carries her navy tipped wings to a familiar place, a place where her and her sister once frolicked beside her father. She was wrapped in a safety net then, weaved by the familial bond of love and the uneasy protection of her royal ties. Yet now that is a loss, she has since then learned this world is hateful and dangerous, the scars adorning her body tell that tale, yet some how she still yearns to find the light among the darkness. And perhaps she'll find that here. 

Her golden wings guide her into a flurry of autumn leaves, crunching beneath her weight as she wanders aimlessly, a sugar dusted smile lingers on her lips as she glimpses around curiously. Everything is new, she once could visit here and find several comrades within the mix of equine gathered, but now she feels like a stranger lost within the bustling of the unknown. She remembers this feeling, and welcomes it although weary of who she may encounter.

HEDA

Love Is Weakness