Fechín
One day, the lights had went out. Some year or two later, it had returned.
That's about as simple as Fechín could explain it. She's never been interested in the why or how, so when the monsters came, she quickly made sure they knew that she was an acid-ice spitting mare, and that she wasn't about to be prey. When that had been settled, she had waited. Fairies knew, it was boring. Brienna was frightened of literally everything (hmm, okay, she didn't have much of a defence), her mother had been missing for the first year of the darkness or so still, and life had been incredibly grey.
But both her mother returning and the light being brought back, didn't change much in her life. She was still kicking pebbles and crunching insects these days, until she couldn't quite take it any more and ventured south. All the way out of the North - especially since grandpa ruled it and had returned with more magic than he needed and started redecorating his island for some sort of event (she hadn't asked). It's warm down here though, and she silently regrets leaving the sea-breezes of Nerine and the damp sea-mist of Taiga behind in summer. But she won't let anyone see her discomfort.
Night settles in and when she checks, there are still stars and moonlight. Nothing out of the ordinary then. Thankfully the temperature drops a little, and she stops at a small pond to quench the worst of her thirst. The moon reflects like a perfect circle in the water, as if the very thing is trapped in there. She wonders briefly if the moon had felt trapped too, during the eclipse; trapped just like herself.
A dissatisfied huff sounds nearby, and the young mare raises her head to find its source. She doesn't find them, or not immediately, so she shrugs. "You could say that again." she outs softly, but loud enough to be heard in the night. If anyone wants to come out, then they should. If not, they can continue on their way. Life is simple - and boring - like that.
That's about as simple as Fechín could explain it. She's never been interested in the why or how, so when the monsters came, she quickly made sure they knew that she was an acid-ice spitting mare, and that she wasn't about to be prey. When that had been settled, she had waited. Fairies knew, it was boring. Brienna was frightened of literally everything (hmm, okay, she didn't have much of a defence), her mother had been missing for the first year of the darkness or so still, and life had been incredibly grey.
But both her mother returning and the light being brought back, didn't change much in her life. She was still kicking pebbles and crunching insects these days, until she couldn't quite take it any more and ventured south. All the way out of the North - especially since grandpa ruled it and had returned with more magic than he needed and started redecorating his island for some sort of event (she hadn't asked). It's warm down here though, and she silently regrets leaving the sea-breezes of Nerine and the damp sea-mist of Taiga behind in summer. But she won't let anyone see her discomfort.
Night settles in and when she checks, there are still stars and moonlight. Nothing out of the ordinary then. Thankfully the temperature drops a little, and she stops at a small pond to quench the worst of her thirst. The moon reflects like a perfect circle in the water, as if the very thing is trapped in there. She wonders briefly if the moon had felt trapped too, during the eclipse; trapped just like herself.
A dissatisfied huff sounds nearby, and the young mare raises her head to find its source. She doesn't find them, or not immediately, so she shrugs. "You could say that again." she outs softly, but loud enough to be heard in the night. If anyone wants to come out, then they should. If not, they can continue on their way. Life is simple - and boring - like that.
anger’s like a battery that leaks acid right out of me
and it starts from the heart, till it reaches my outer me
and it starts from the heart, till it reaches my outer me
@[crowns] She's a bit rusty!