It was nice to walk and not look behind. Though plagued by the burns on her back she still managed to appreciate the beauty before her feet. A tropical paradise for those brave enough to weather the strong sea current and after that was more of this Helovia. Dacianna sighed and winced, she wanted to go see more of the place, but her injuries routed her to the spot. They weren’t too bad, but they weren’t comfortable either. Instead she lingered on the islands waiting for someone to come and explain something more about this place. The old sod who had brought them here had simply dragged them into a war, said his peace and left! The blue mare wasn’t sure whether to be immensely grateful or extremely annoyed. She settled somewhere between simmering anger and bubbling joy as her thoughts flipped between kissing his endearing face and shaving his entire beard off. She muttered and cooed, danced and plodded, until finally she came to a halt and gazed across the land.

"Ahhhh! So grand" she sang. Liberation was beautiful. 

The sun broke through the clouds and Daci stepped back into the shade as the heat of the sun aggravated her burns. She decided to stand under the canopy of a rather large tree that flourished in summers touch and the odd songbird sang in its arms. She thought back to her time in the Rift and the perpetual darkness, the feeling of being watched and being pounced on by warped monsters. She thought back again to a time before that, when she had been but a slave to her own herd, a herd that sought precious gold that lay hidden in their mountain range. At least, the stallions did. The mares were nothing, only worth as much as the amount of sons they bore, sons that could mine the mountains. Dacianna had taken part in a revolt and earned her freedom, only briefly, but the feelings from that day were the same as what she felt now. It was almost tense, she felt like she had to constantly look behind her, as if another rift would suddenly open up and snatch paradise from her again.  

Surely she had already done her lifetimes worth of hardship, but the blue mare was afraid there would be more. At four years old she’d seen enough, if she could have it her way she would now gallop off into the sunset and live out her days happily ever after. Why didn’t it ever work like that?! She though a disgruntled frown to the canopy of leaves above her and shook her head in disgust at the world. If there could be but one fairy-tale in the world could the world not give it to her. 

She laughed.

What ridiculous thoughts, but somehow it made her happier. The sky was blue and nature breathed; this land was alive and she had been rescued.

For now, it would do. 

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Open thread for ehuhnrm herd recruitment? or anything else xD 
@Alysanne & @Iona ??