Numbness was a sensation I was familiar with. The removal of all emotion, the silencing of all feelings, physical or otherwise, was something I lived with. Thoughts of happiness, of peace, of chaos, of violence were all fleeting, never filling the void that existed within my soul, even as the world around me carried on in its blissfully ignorant way. I thought of the faces that were familiar to me now, the ones I had met since your parting, and their images brought me momentary joy, fleeting pleasure that faded like a flash of light in a dark abyss - by the time you registered it was there, it was gone again.

I found myself exploring the realm that had the strange structure again. The last time I was here, it was raining - by my own bidding. Rain did not fall from the sky now, but a chill had entered the air, and I knew that it was not entirely my own creation. Though wind and breezes often swirled around my form, I did not control the tilt of the earth, the way which the seasons danced across its stratosphere - though I recall my father speaking of a time when the Sun Lord extended his glorious TallSun, baking the earth for far longer than it could really survive. No, I was no God, nor did I have any desire to be one, to hold such responsibility for the lives of another.

I winced at a memory, of causing snow to fall in the midst of TallSun, of hurting the blind mare who only sought to help me (though I had previously helped her, too), and I confirmed to myself once again, what a poor God I would have made.

I peered inside the building, nostrils flared, eyes widened to catch sight of anything that might be creeping around. Last time I was cornered by an unhappy unicorn, though his companion seemed friendly enough. What would I find this time?

My cerulean gaze peers into the marbled room, and in the moonlight, and the faded glow of stars upon my hide, I spied the pale form of one resting. I longed for your sense of smell, though my own could discern the gender and race of the belle who laid her horned crown upon the smooth surface of the floor. I felt blind without you, lost, like I was only seeing half the world, like I missing critical information that I otherwise would have known had you been by my side. I murmur a low wuffle, before I bow my head low, wings tucked to my side, my footsteps as light as I can make them, though the hard, rounded edge of my hooves echo against the smooth marble below.

"Mind if I shelter here tonight?" I ask quietly, hoping my presence did not wake her if she was asleep already, hoping she would not mind that I simply wanted to rest my empty, hollow body so that I could face another day living a life without you in it.

the Wind Dancer

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