Something is wrong. The world she knows in half-consciousness is shifting, and she is alone. Abandoned. Her existence is defined by warmth and pressure, but the pressure at her side had always been a companion. A shared life. It's missing now and she's furious, little hooves thrashing in explicit disapproval. She will not be alone, and she will find the missing piece one way or another.

She has no choice in being thrust into the world, and it's uncomfortable. But here, at least, there is room. A barrage of information against new senses, a thousand flaring lights that distract and confuse. She searches blindly, a frustrated ball of uncoordinated limbs and bleating huffs. The light stings against her eyes, blurry shapes that clarify themselves far too slowly.

A deep, displeased sound slips beneath senseless words and the eager cacophony of strangers. But this heart, this heat, is familiar to her. Her legs do not cooperate with any sort of grace but she does an odd tilt-and-fall, seeking her beloved's flesh. Her pale nose snuffles curiously at this developing scent he will grow to own. Twin, her soul sings joyously, though it has no verbal word in her vernacular just yet. The missing piece settles happily into place and she is compliant once again, displeasure fading away into soft joy. As it will for the rest of her life, whenever he is by her side.

And he will stay there, he must, because the few moments spent without him are the only memories she has in that moment. And she does not desire a repeat performance.

Hunger gnaws at her belly, and she turns orange eyes to the hulking adult shapes around her, confused. A soft bleat warbles in her throat and she turns to tuck her face against her twin. He is the only solace she knows, so perhaps he will know the solution to the pang in her stomach. She will not move until he does. They'll surely figure this out together.

Voices and touched kiss against her skin and she turns her big ears towards them, a wavering, graceless satellite she has no control over yet. She recognizes that these creatures are important to her, feels instinctive stirring of affection or perhaps connection. The ties that bind. But she has no way of communicating with them, and her brother is a warm presence she's reluctant to abandon just yet. Even if it would mean standing and discovering, learning. Ru'in. The meaning of destruction, but he is her haven.

Romina, she is called. The name of her legacy. Her origin story.