have you seen that girl?

She falls astray from the path she had set to her home, turning towards the Veins of the Gods rather than the Edge, which was her intended plan. Her hooves dance lightly over the earth, settling upon familiar stone that she still fears. On this same stone she had settled beside a broken king of white and black, fearing her body would be slammed into the solid rock and shattered into a million fragments, swept away by the winds that howled ferociously and threatened to break her. She had left the king with a sorrowful nod, promising to find his Ophelia. And that is what she had done, and his Ophelia told her his true identity, Mauja. But that name was alien, a foreign word she did not enjoy, and it did not fit well with her broken king, that was not a name suitable for such a man as he. Standing upon the ledge that dips over the tossing, angered waves, her mind wanders from thoughts of her fractured king to the gentle jingling of bells that's carried ever so quietly through the wind. Stepping over the edge, there's a moment she begins to fall when a small cloud catches her, appearing in all its bubbly pink glory, carrying her to the island in the clouds.

Stepping onto solid earth once again, her body falls at ease as she's overwhelmed with the tingling of bells, following it through trees and finding herself before a crowd, expression turning cold as she raises her head to view the gathering of faces all dancing through the crowd. Her eyes befall a familiar two forms, Ophelia, and the broken man she had encountered amid a storm. Her body turns to meet the crowned king, a smile playing out upon her clear features as she takes a few hesitant steps closer, turning herself to admire the tree from where she stood, watching the silver bells tangled within it jingle in the wind and the lights twinkle from within the branches. Her heart feels peculiar, warm, the feeling alien to her for only once before had she felt such a way as this, and that had been many a season ago, when she received and egg from a tree similar to this one, and with that thought playing through her mind, her light bites at the tassels streaming over her withers as a sign of excitement and love.