An Undefined Soul; Any

[Nymeria]

Age had not withered her. It had not weakened her bones like it had her sister. It had not beaten her down, disfigured her body, nor called her to peace. Age had done nothing but push seasons past her and buried loved ones memories. Nymeria was no longer resentful. She had battled her demons and awoke triumphant. Now was the time to refresh. Now was the time to restart her life as if her previous one was inadequate and needed redoing. In reality her previous one had simply been too good, and this one would likely never measure up. But she had to try. When Nymeria was a young filly she had heard stories of Beqanna. Her father had whispered of sweet moments within its hills. She had always thought of it like a dream, seemingly perfect and yet obviously fake. She never believed that it actually existed, but luckily for her sheer hope was enough to bring her to the field. Her dull brown coat blended into the trees as she merged onto the field. Nothing about her was spectacular or unique. She was average looking. Her lips held themselves tightly together as she looked from one edge of the field to the next. Horses covered the grounds and conversations filled the air. Her ears tweaked, and she sighed. Her ruffled breath sat deep in her chest like a lump. Nerves began to float, and her jaw clenched. Nymeria wasn’t the type to approach strangers so she daringly hoped for a friendly face. nymeria