[private] don't go (Breckin) my heart

[Fiorina]

This blindness thing certainly dampened all plans Fiorina had for the warmer weather. She wanted to find Roz again, wanted to see the spotted mare and that wicked, edged grin she wore. Thanks to some magical help, she knew it was possible that she was a ‘father’ of sorts - or maybe she would just be happy to have another go at the attempt. Without her sight, she didn’t even know how to go about looking for the other mare. They had  not shared much information - Fiorina thought she could find her way to Nerine, Taiga, or Pangea from memory and scent but what were the chances she’d come across the other mare in any of those places? Standing still and hoping she was lucky enough to have Roz find her seemed like a more and more appealing plan. If only Fiorina was happy with standing still. She had, at least, managed to move from the meadow and closer to the river. The scent of the water fills her nostrils though the sound of the river coursing towards the ocean brings her no sense of peace. She’s come here, wondering if she would have any luck spearing a fish with her tail, but as she stands on the bank she realizes she would have better luck hunting something fuzzy in the forest or meadow. It’s been a few days since she’s had anything bloody to satisfy her stomach and she’s starting to get bored of grass. Instead of moving off to either of those places, though, she decides to follow the river for a while. Aimless, certainly, but at least with the sound of the water nearby she knows where she is and that is something.

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[Breckin]

The day was aging and the sky had started to blend the colors of lazy summer hues.

Fall had gone as quickly as it had come, as had that night spent with the ominous beauty.  A chance encounter and an evening well wasted; the leopard mare hadn’t realized how much she’d craved a connection to someone else until then - something physical and tangible, if only for a temporary time.  And when she’d awoken the next day, a lasting, demure smile had found its way to her lips, and kept the days to follow content and lighthearted everytime memory served to recall that past plea for distraction

As the continuance of that smile had been a surprise, so had the pleasantness that the turn of spring had brought with it.  A perfect little girl had been born - a precious little girl that the withered mare hadn’t known she needed.  It was a nice feeling to be needed, to be depended upon, and oftentimes she’d get caught in the marvel of her daughter’s strange green gaze, and find herself reminded of all the small, beautiful things this otherwise dreadful world could render.

Try as she might to avoid it, Bekkek knew the tumult of a clouded past still lingered just past the early years of her daughter’s fledgling life.  And she knew that the unavoidable would be beckoning her soon.

But that was a worry for later.  Not tonight.

Tonight, the lost Nerinian shared in the joy of the filly’s first venture into knee-deep waters, a joy reflected back upon her mother’s face as she watched the girl fondly from a protective distance.

A sweeping wind alerts the speckled mare to approaching the company, but the bend of the grasses moving away from the armored woman tempers the skip in her clutched heart, and a small smile teases the corners of her darkened mouth.  “Dusk suits you, Fiorina,” she murmured, quietly admiring the way the blushing sky shone mutely across her armored brow as she came into view.  “I was hoping to see you again.”


@[Fiorina]

[Fiorina]

Fate is either very kind or very cruel for putting Fiorina in the exact path that would lead her to a familiar scent, soon followed by a voice that sends thrills of memory through her. She halts immediately, standing further away from Roz than she would have if she could have seen her. It is embarrassing how much she wants to fall apart in front of this mare and receive comfort - how upset she is that she can’t see her. But she doesn’t allow these emotions to take over. She shoves them deep down. After all, she was hardly tender the last time they met and that seemed to serve them both fine. She has already lost her sight, she does not want to lose whatever this is - or was - if she does not have to. Fiorina instead laughs shallowly at Roz saying she had been hoping to see her again. Of course, she had been too - but those words feel like a knife to her gut right now. “I wish I could say it was good to see you, Roz.” Fiorina’s voice is hollow - nothing like the teasing lilt she used the last time they spoke. She wished it had not been the last time - wished that more days had been filled with the soft body of the spotted mare and the not-too-gentle dance they wove together. Hopefully, the off-ness of her gaze will give meaning to the words that Fiorina suddenly realize might sound like an insult. She cannot quite bring herself to directly voice her current state, however, and instead, when her ears catch movement in the river nearby as though there is another body she gives away what has happened in another way. “Are you with someone? I did not mean to interrupt.”

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