[open] She waits from ledges for a voice to talk her down

[Borderline]

despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came

Nervous. That is what I am right now, entering a foreign land, a new home. Why am I nervous? Well, to make a long story short, I didn’t have the best start growing up. I had made a lot of mistakes–mistakes with great costs. But that was the past. This is supposed to be my new beginning! And I would definitely try to make it a good beginning, with less mistakes. At least I hoped. Those nerves were still there, though, haunting me as a whisper in my thoughts. What will you do to screw up this time, Borderline?

I shake my head, tendrils of blue mane gentle caress my neck and face as I do so. Gingerly, I step into the land of the giant, towering trees, awe plainly struck across my face. My mouth even gapes in a foolish sort of way. When Lilliana had described them, I thought I had understood how large the trees would be, but this was something different. As I amble slowly through them, I pass by at least one tree that is twice my length in diameter.

A serene fog lay over the landscape, making it difficult to see more than a hundred yards ahead of myself. So every step seems to bring something new into view. I stop and stare for a few moments when an elk appears in the midst of the understory, busy rooting through the snow for vestiges of grass. It looks up at me for a moment, staring as a prey animal is want to do, then returns to its grazing, having determined that I wasn’t a threat. I move on as well, deeper into the fog.

I could probably explore this land for a hundred years and still find something unfamiliar, something wild and untamed, about it. So after a while, I grow bored with exploring and stop in a small meadow. My stomach growls angrily at me, so I lower my nose to the ground and sift through a layer of snow to find if there is anything to eat. Thankfully, there is stale grass there. It is not the most appetizing, but nothing in winter usually is. 

I would wait here, I decided, for something to happen. Perhaps someone from these lands would find me here and I could make a new friend? Or perhaps I would be forever alone in this confusing new world? The second thought was definitely more likely, I decide. After all, that is my luck.

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