Cera.
God forsaken Cera.
Whatever had occurs after she watched him soar over head was a blur. Maybe she cried, screamed, gave up on whatever she'd meant to do, and embarrassed herself in front of family members. There was a chance that she'd been brave as originally done, that she fought valiantly, but after her winged friend came in like her guardian angel, there was absolutely no going back.
Another blank slate in her mind, another time to question all of her actions.
Depression didn't follow this time, the small glass koi fish before her was beautiful, swallowing all of her sorrow. The tri-shaded glass had become the center of her attention she received it. A small hole allowed for it to be awkwardly placed on her horn and hauled about, but lacking a chain, it was sure to break. It left her to drag it away to her own special place, away from the busy epicenter of the sand covered landscape.
Salt tainted every breath, burning her nostrils when larger wifts came in harder. Moonlight shone bright overhead to offer guidance in all of her tasks. The oak was pushed away from the rest, placed randomly but that seemed no issue. She'd seen sparks of grass in the desert, and withered trees. This one had seemed no different; the branches would barely hold leaves in the height of Birdsong. Her safety in it was for the song of birds who sang in the night, and the various holes that had been woven into the exposed roots and trunk. Any herbs she'd gathered for herself had been shoved in them.
Memories of spending time with Africa and Silas here during a simpler time embedded itself here. It'd become her place to hide, to wade in the salt water and to wish on random stars. Tonight, it was a place to hide all, wishing on all of the stars that the glow of her horn would go out for some time so that hiding in the night would be easier.
Spread down to the ground with minor cuts, blood washed away with the burn of water, her vision locked on her only company. A quiet bird had joined her, not releasing a single note from it's beak. Sorrow poured into her once more, but never fell down to the same level as once. She'd been the cause of injury to her friend, blank minded because she must of blacked out, and chances are, an embarrassment to all of her herdmates.

@[Cera]