I had yet to make many friends in this new land; in fact, I had yet to make many friends at all. Throughout my travels, I have met many, but known few. It was not their fault, but mine, for I did not trust them to keep me once my condition was made known. Perhaps it would be easier if I had the slightest clue just what that condition was, but, alas, I haven't. As such, I tended to practice avoidance in an attempt to safeguard both their and my well-being. Who knows what I do when my vision goes dark and my body goes numb? I never remember my actions, and no one ever tells me what it is that I do. Perhaps I am doomed to this confusion, to forever be apart from a herd. I hope not, for in the short time I have been in Helovia, I have grown fond of my newfound family.

I tried to push the pounding in my cranium to the back of my mind. I rather hoped that the feeling would pass, though I knew that this hope was in vain. This stallion - Thor, his name was - seemed very kind. In fact, he portrayed just the persona that I had been hoping for. I supposed it could just be a clever ruse to gain my trust, but I felt as though it was not. Perhaps my gut feeling was not always right, but I did continue to trust it all the same. Despite my aching head, I smiled at him, knowing that it touched my eyes as all true smiles do. He had called me beautiful, and although I did not believe that someone as plain as I could truly be a beauty, I appreciated his words all the same.

"My name is Tamira," I informed him, my voice soft and sweet. "I am a member of the herd of Dragon's Throat, but I am too newly come to have acquired a title as yet. I am hoping to pursue healing." His next words gave me pause; I had come to the forest to get away from others, hoping to avoid chaos from my impending fit. Truthfully, I should have excused myself from even this gentle steed's presence, but I found myself drawn to stay. We had just met, but I already found myself comforted by the proximity of such a stallion. He seemed very nice, and very bright, much like my own personality. Would the truth scare him off? I supposed I should warn him, if I were not going to be continuing on my way.

"It is a long story," I began hesitantly, not sure where to begin. The clock was ticking, and I wanted him to know that I may not be aware of my actions in mere moments. "I will be happy to explain in detail some other time, but for now I hope it will suffice to know that I came to the forest to be alone." Realizing how that must sound, she hurriedly added, "Although I am very glad to have come across such a kind stallion as yourself." Another smile lit my maw, and I hoped that he would not take offense. "The reason for this is that I... well, on occasion I have what I can only describe as blackouts. I am unaware of my actions during them, but it usually ends badly. I removed myself from my herd, hoping that it would pass with no harm done..." I trailed off, suddenly unsure. My body was tense, confusion evident in my stance and orbs. Would he run now? What an odd way to introduce oneself to a stranger!

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