that's all there is
For a brief period of time, she had nothing to lose. They’d killed her father, the only thing she’d ever really had, and Noah had been lost. But fate had led her to stumble into the new land the fae had brought for them, and she had struck a deal with the others who had considered laying claim to it – and now she had nobody, but she has something. Long days and long nights have been spend mapping every inch of the place she now calls home (the first place she’s called home!) but in the middle of one of those nights, staring up at the stars, the little red mare had realized that someday, Wolfbane and Lepis and their people would go home.
And she would be alone.
So Noah sets off, leaving the safety of Brilliant Pampas for the day. Why shouldn’t she? After all, she has nothing to lose. That is the gift the dark god had given them – she is immune to this new sickness ravaging Beqanna, and almost healed from the one that she’d caught at the bottom of the ocean. She still has the sniffles, the occasional coughing fit, but it is a far cry from the fevered delirium that had gripped her after her unwise sojourn into the depths of hell to retrieve a piece of Pangea. She’s healthy enough not to strike fear into the hearts of strangers.
She can’t bring herself to go to the Meadow, where she and Rhonen had lived for so long. And the field seems too bold, for a first foray into the world of meeting new people. So she heads instead for the River, because she knows how to get there. Slim wings carry her over the expanse of land that falls away beneath her, the sun on the tops of her wings is warm and pleasant. She lands on a flat stretch overlooking the water, and looks around. Her eyes catch on the stallion and his foal, and her interest is piqued; this, at least, seems safe.
She approaches on quiet steps, a shyness written into her body language that is well reflected on the wane smile she offers. “Hello,” the words come easy but whisper-quiet. “I’m Noah.”
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