It had been so long since she had lived in the Foothills.
Once upon a time, she had bee nothing but a skeleton wrapped in spotted hide, bleeding out in the Threshold. And from the heavens had come an angel, a storm dancer with wicked words and infamy. And yet, Nayati had never seen her as such. No, she had never been blind to Svetlana's prowess, her beauty and brains. But when she was half dead and stumbling through chest deep snow, it had been Svetlana who had scooped her up and practically carried her the endless miles to the Foothills. Nayati had never known love or care, affection or kindness. Svetlana had shown her more in a single day than the spotted girl had ever experienced in her entire life. That day, the two had been irrevocably tied, and Nayati had begun to love Svetlana with the tentativity of a hand-shy babe.
There had been others, of course. Svetlana was a leader, a Queen, and all her time and attention could not be spared for Nayati's sake. Romani had been the first to step up to Svetlana's mantle, caring for her when Svetlana was away. It had been one rainy, muddy afternoon that Abdullah had waltzed into Nayati's life. She had been beautiful and charming, with words like honey and silk, and like Svetlana and Romani, Abby had become someone very precious to Nayati.
But time tore away all those close to her, in the end.
The Foothills had been taken over. Archibald had killed Svetlana in battle. Romani had received a quest to forget those she loved, and had left Nayati standing there with a heart too broken to function any longer. And somewhere in the midst of all of that, so too had Abdullah faded into nothing but a memory.
Lingering after the trials of the Earth God, Nayati had taken the long way home through the Threshold, telling herself there was no reason why she could not do her home a favor by looking for new members. Nayati had never understood the appeal of numbers, of ranks. She offered only a home, a family, someplace warm and safe and mostly open minded. It was all she could ever truly offer, the only way her brain really worked.
So when she turned the corner, and came face to face with a ghost from her past, she gave a short shriek.
Staggering backwards she stared wide-eyed at the mare, knees inverted just to keep herself standing. And the first word that she managed to spit out of her mouth was a name she hadn't said in a very long time.
"Abdullah?"
Nayati and Abby used to be really close, but I'm not sure if you adopted her? It says she's never been in Helovia before, but the names and appearances and manips are the same and GUH I'M LOST! Sorry to steal another of your threads lololol. If I'm wrong just have Nayati get the wrong person right name?
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