paint my spirit gold

It was as if everyone had left her alone – to tend to her own needs or mental fragility at this point, or whatever excuse they tried to use. Her children were out and about, gone for days on end. They were old enough now, she should have been expecting it. But it was hard with the way Rein had left. How he had disappeared without telling her, gone only to show his face upon occasion. Not to mention, it was difficult having one child living gods knows where, while surrounded by various different children of Tembovu’s.

On top of that harsh reality, she had been cooped up in the cave in the Edge for seasons now with her youngest daughter. She had managed to roam about, pay respects to Deimos and speak with Erebos, and able to help Safiri get her bearings in order to roam the Edge – nor did the ex-thief worry about her much in their herd. If anything were to happen, she was sure she’d know about it. But then, it came to the fact of her loneliness. For so long she had hid herself away, missing out on the changing of the seasons and the new bushel of faces that always came and went in Helovia.

It was a lifetime ago, a painful lifetime. Yet as she continued to wander, she wondered if it was worse than this. For so long Rexanna had hoped that living with Tembovu, the love of her life and light of her world would make things better, but it had only gotten worse. It was painful waking up in that cave every morning, with absolutely nothing of accomplishments to show other than the fact she felt she had succumbed to a mere incubator. A swift sigh escaped her lips as Marembo trudged behind her, his little paws cupping the marks left by his bonded hoofprints, defeated and exhausted by the weight of depressing thoughts that passed through the bond.

They both weren’t happy. Something needed to change.

As they walked toward the Heavenly Fields, she took note of the way the wind chilled her dual toned tresses, dancing the chains that covered her body as they clinked against one another. A shiver ran down her spine momentarily before the gilded mare finally lifted her black striped face only to notice a vaguely familiar figure headed their way. A small smile graced the corners of her lips as she lifted her head further to nicker in the other mare’s direction. “Sikeax?” She called out, thankful that despite her isolation, her mind had stayed at least somewhat intact.

"Talk."

rexanna