Jahzara

Nothing. A rare bit of quiet for the golden vixen that she hardly ever was granted, for she was almost always lost in her imagination and conversing with her hallucinations. However, this evening was one of the unusual nights where her schizophrenia was silenced and her mind was free to actually think about things. Even the temptation of following her butterflies was gone. Jahzara was taking advantage of the peaceful moment by exploring, never knowing just how long it would last before she was forced to give in to the mental disarray that was her life. Wandering was nothing new for her, some would say that deep down, she held a nomadic heart. But one you suffered through as much as she had in her youth, would you not want to always keep moving? Would you not want to constantly change your position, never give your past a chance to catch up to you?

That was one problem with her hallucinations lying dormant and Jahzara being free to think. Every now and then, memories of her past caught up to her. As she slowly walked through the Thistle Meadow, crunching through drying grass and thistles, she tried to distract herself by her surroundings. She was hardly phased by the scratching of the thistle prickles on her delicate legs, having gone through worse pain before. It was more of a minor nuisance than a pain. The large moon cast a lovely glow over the land, guiding her towards a red oak tree whose leaves had already begun to fall. Stepping beneath it's large branches, the golden mare allowed herself the chance to relax. Keeping her blind side towards the tree, she let the weight of her body lean on it's trunk, relaxing a hoof as she looked up through the branches to the moonlight sporadically breaking through the remaining leaves.

Jahzara began to wonder what ever happened to her foal, Kiros Amadi, the product of being attacked by Laughing Corpse in her previous home. If it were not for her son, she never would have been granted the freedom to leave. By the time he was a yearling, he had become LC's heir, and asked for one wish. To allow Jahzara a chance to be happy, a chance to live freely rather than a prisoner. Surprisingly, the old stallion agreed and let her go. Kiros had chosen to stay, but Jahzara realized that she more than likely owed him her life. She wondered if they were able to see the same moonlight, no matter how many miles they were from each other. "I love you, Kiros...Thank you..." She whispered to the wind, emitting the last words that she had ever told her son.

With a heavy sigh, Jahzara shuffled her weight and tucked her legs beneath her to lay down. This land was so peaceful, quiet, and welcoming. It seemed that Helovia was a land that she was always meant to find. Perhaps...Just maybe, the butterfly hallucinations were truly her sacred spirit guides, having led her all the way here. Granted, that was a lot of assumption to put on a land that she had only seen very little of to date. Jahzara was learning so much every day, and truth be told she would probably never stop learning.

Softly, albeit awkwardly while laying down, she shook out her mane to ride herself of any lingering debris. Allowing the length of her forelock to fall over the left side of her muzzle, she covered her blind and scarred eye as she grew self-conscious regarding her appearance. Usually appearance was the last thing that concerned her, however on nights without hallucinations was when the vixen most acted her age. A young mare, having once been chased by numerous colts as a filly, now trying to hardest to at least considering herself pretty once again. Hiding her facial scars was one of the easiest attempts she could do, though she could not cover the less prominent ones on her flanks or her torn ear. Somewhat satisfied with herself, Jahzara lifted her healthy brown gaze to the moon once more.

Kahlua spoke of the Moon Goddess, and how she came to the seer of World's Edge. This sparked curiosity in the mare. Jahzara could not help but try to imagine what the Moon Goddess looked like, she must be truly remarkable...


OOC: Open to any, but especially to those who posted in her plot thread to meet her!


"Speech."
'Hallucinations'

Walking On Air