build - slender, feminine (anglo arabian in nature)
coat - blood red dappled bay
markings - sabino splash overo, stockings and irregular white face
eyes - fuschia pink

pythia, regal and imposing in your darkest splendor; soft and supple and full of life. your body is full, curvaceous, blossoming with a womanhood that is so keen to your kind. but it is not the volume or the size of your hips (which men roam over like red valleys, full of wonder and lust) but instead the sweet and sloping bend of your cheeks, the slanted twist to your saccharine smile, the carmine color of your eyes. you are captivating like only women can be.

a king has once bent to your quivering touch. he sat on his knees and begged for you to kiss him, just once, so that he may feel what it's like to love a goddess. and you, precious thing you are, you gave it to him – a touch of your lips to his cheek. but you didn't stop there, you never do. you gave him your heart, your body, your mind. and when the time came, you left him, like you always told him you would do. just like your father, like the others of your family, who entertain and love and leave. but you are different, aren't you, la mia bella rosa? you have felt the loss, the sadness, and you have always craved where the others have not. you sing of it, like your mother taught you, and at night it haunts your dreams like you wish it didn't.

you remember flowers, songs, dancing until you hurt. savio loved you like he loved the other children, but he loved you most as you would sing deeply to him: "il fiore nel giardino segna il tempo, the flower in the garden marks the time." there was always a flower when he came to you, twisted into your dark hair, tucked behind one ear.

he left when you were young. you didn't think much of it, although your mother would weep softly for your loss (for her loss). when you were old enough, you became mistress to the king like your father was once his lover: "beauty runs deep in your family," he would rumble, and you would let him kiss you like you knew he had done to so many others.

you left one day, as sudden as you told him you would leave. he never believed you. but that morning he begged you to stay, could see how much you meant it. he knew that he had lost you. and so you traveled, you ran, you galloped from one end of your earth to the other, and you found it: helovia.