By the precepts of her purity

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She was going somewhere. Wings stroking the rough barks she passed as her long tail sweeped behind her. She moved slowly, sluggishly even, not wanting to hit her head as she was doubtfully searching for this vague destination. She knew by feeling the warmth pushing gently on her alabaster face that it was daylight pressing on the thin skin of her eyelids. The sounds the forest made, chirped in her ears. She sighed. These days of blindness were loud in a land suddenly without light. Something she had soon come to realize when she had met Erthë at the rotunda. It had taken her into another way of looking at the darkness of the world; had taken her into another kind of wisdom, perhaps.

And thus she wandered forward, but she felt a hollow wind blow through her chest left-over from meeting the girl. There was an ache in her muscles for the regret and self-hatred she had found inside the cage that was her mind. Nevertheless, it just wasn’t quite tangible enough to be sure she wasn’t just pitying herself... a pity I could do without, she thought as she left behind the long hoof prints of a blind mare. Pitiful, she pondered in conclusion as she realized she couldn’t even follow those back home.

She had stood in statue-like silence for too long, so even if it was regretful, she had decided against staying still. There was simply too much to learn, too much to discover, even if it was scary and... new. As long as there were endless fields to imagine that could've risen before her tiny-feeling frame — ones she didn’t know how they felt — she would wander on. And thus she found the grass brushing against her heels as rocks pushed into her feet. She heard the sound of water somewhere in the far, but she didn't really know for sure. Neither did she know of the company that, in her sightless eyes, didn’t seem to be. She bit her lip, ears falling sideways as was how they fell when she got troubled and perhaps lonely. It was a feeling she didn't know what to do with. The mare considered this as her wing found another bark to caress and she began to sing a song; a melody, a lullaby in her outlandish tunes. Something originated from her homeland; a land she couldn’t see even if she had not been blind. And suddenly she wished for that hollow, icy wind to go away; in search for something better.