By the precepts of her purity

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Her heartbeat rang like the sound of metal on metal; drove her crazy as she yet managed to fall back into the darkness of a sleep; darkness in the shape of sweaty dreams and hampered movements she could not slip through. She had fallen ill before, so she recognized it at some point through the week. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't that pretty either as her nostrils weeped white sludge and her eyes poured grey gunk.

The mare, finally having felt like she rested enough, was wandering around the oasis, searching for whoever she could demand to go check on her boat, just in case the sea’s hands had been trying to pull it off the beach with its foamy, greedy claws. She had heard some parts of the island got flooded, which worried her to say the least. When it came down to her boat her heart was like a mother's when her teen had gone off to summer camp; wanting to check up on her baby all the fucking time, but knowing if she would do so she would only embarrass the loyalty of her wooden vessel. As if her boat would actually get itself hurt or... cheat on her(wait..) ... It would be silly to think that would happen, but still she did even if she knew she had to let it go. Maren sniveled from the heartache, at the same time launching the gooey secretion from of her nasal cavity like happy rocket-ships. She was alright, though. Because she could do it (letting go) and because if she couldn’t even remember how long she’d slept, it must have been long enough.  

With the flooding in the back of her mind, she wondered if the church’ building site was okay. Although it was build a little higher-up the dunes, it was still very much near-shore, like any decent lighthouse would be. She chewed the insides of her cheeks, frustrated. In other words, she was an idiot for sleeping off whatever random fungus had been going around while all hell was going loose right outside of her snoring physique.  

She fast-walked towards the Church’s site (because truthfully she had forgotten where she last time parked her boat... and priorities) in a oh so lightly troubled pace. As she went her long tail swished behind her, agitated with the fact that it felt like she was behind everything — But then she crossed the dunes where the building fell into her sight. A trace, a leap; a faint, fluttering wavering sentiment fell as if from the heavens onto her face. She halted her pace as she watched what felt like was half the herd prance around the rocks and stones and the metal that already stood, reaching towards the sky as the center-point of a busy day.

Perhaps it was because she had always felt like it was only her who had this... this unbreakable desire to create a holy place, this sanctum for the Sun — Had thought it was only her who truly wished to fulfill the need for a way to so boldly show their God their desire to thank... admire. To practice religion. But it wasn't so. She was wrong. Beside her, there were others who matched the color of her spirit, which she stupidly suddenly realized as she watched them work in the shimmering sands of their land. She was arrogant to have thought it, but it seemed she was not alone in this.

As she stood in the wary sun, feathered wings drowning in the sea-wind that pushed against her frame and pulled her ivory mane, she swallowed the fact that she was so moved. Because she had been an idiot; an idiot for not having known the instant she had started this that this Church mattered to not only her. She sighed, but er breath got stuck in a weird place. Being moved by something so… so obviously evident was stupid... right? So she swallowed again (can I swallow this feeling?) Yet, as she wandered towards the group of managing(...Of course Cera), assisting (...The oh so sweet Mesec and a mare and foal she didn’t know and the mysterious Misael) and of course criticizing —...Well, naturally Ampere— equines, she couldn’t hide the leftover trace of happiness and bliss that was her smile and Maren’s greeting, which sounded very suspicious in a (very out of character) happy-go-lucky kind of way. “Goo~ood afternoo~oon!” She said to everyone, but actually somehow the most to Ampere’s butt after accidentally sneaking up behind the hard-working mare. “That’s conveniently practical,” she nodded as she watched the girl’s magical work. Her eyes wandered up to Cera, who was doing a higher part of the frame she herself hadn’t been able to get to. “I should help too,” she pondered out loud as she wandered over to Misael to perhaps give him a hoof in case he needed it — which she wondered why she even considered the possibility since he was so damn huge. After that she did some bending of the metal and forging it into the right shape to fit the texture of the frame-work and she did so for a while. After that, however, she needed to go back following her busy schedule.

Thus, with a weeping heart, she said goodbye and went to wander the shore-line to look for her boat.