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08-12-2016, 12:13 PM
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| The morning dawned bright and warm, a stark contrast to Sohalia's dreary mood. A normally cheerful dove, the mare glared daggers at the rising sun as she emerged from her nightly resting place beneath a palm hidden among a grove by the oasis. Vinati, her youngest daughter, bounced happily by her side, cavorting and gallivanting towards the desert's only water source. The girl was young and naïve, traits that allowed her to remain blissfully unaware of her mother's seething. When Sohalia pasted a smile on her face and sent the child off to play, the filly went without a fuss. She would not wander far, but even a slight distance would give the mare the solitude that she so craved. She knew that this would pass, whatever this was, though it annoyed her to no end that it would not free her mind more quickly. She had children to see to, and now a job to do - Cera had been kind enough to see to that - and she hadn't the time to be hampered by useless emotions. Not when all they seemed to do was hurt. The waters of the oasis were calm and blue, shimmering with brilliant orange and yellow hues as the sun rose in the east. In an hour or two, when morning had truly arrived and the herd had begun to stir from their slumber, the dove would make her way to the area that she had dubbed the scrapyard - the dunes beyond the oasis upon which Cera had piled metal, neatly sorting into easily navigable piles. It was there that the mare spent a great deal of her time now, sorting though new finds or helping to carry a new "shipment" to the church that was under construction across the sands. It was also the only place that she ever felt like her old self anymore. A heavy sigh fell from the mare's lips. It had always been easy to dismiss her mate's infidelity before, when she was sure that he had only strayed when he thought her dead. He had never wandered into the (metaphorical) open wings of another when she was actually present among his herd. Even now it was hard to think of him as her former lover - not when her heart ached so. Every errant wisp of wind seemed to carry his scent, every bright morning that dawned seemed to remind her of his fire - the Dragon's Throat had grown to be more his than hers in her absence, and he was everywhere that she looked. It was almost enough to drive her from the sands. Just... not quite enough. By now, no doubt, Nyx's child(ren) had been born, likely upon these very sands. Unbeknownst to her, that was not the only mare in which her Sultan had sown his seed, though the truth would eventually be revealed, as it always was. Though Sohalia had thrown herself into the work that she had been given by Cera and into her role as a mother, it still hurt to know that her actions had driven the only stallion she had ever truly loved to another. That he would give up so easily on her, on all that they shared. And, worse - she had not even seen him since their fight. If he wasn't purposefully avoiding her, she would eat her own tail. How else would it seem that his presence surrounded her even though his body was very much absent? The Transcended kicked at the sand beneath her hooves, frustrated. With one eye on her daughter, who wandered along the shoreline of the oasis, far enough away to give both mother and child privacy, the mare sat in silence, frowning beneath the rising summer sun. "Talk talk talk." |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
@Ampere - SORRY SHE'S MOPEY BUT AHG I'M SO EXCITED.
