Gossamer lay once more on the warm sand which lay on the cusp of the ocean and contemplated her life. She'd only ever mated with one stallion, she'd birthed twins, adopted a colt, and birthed a filly last. And now? Not one of them gave a damn about her. Her twins, one corrupt and the other one just aloof, the adopted son dead, and her last, the filly, tried to love her, she simply could not. Gossamer had been a healer, a wanderer, a leader, and again a nurse. Her body had always been graceful and her minf alert. But she didnt have what it took for this hard life. She had worked so hard for her entire life to be something, to change something in her world for the better, to raise her foals well, and it had gotten her no where.

She had friends, Mirage among them, but she hadn't seen the mare in months and, quite frankly, none others were close to her. She'd loved her stallion with all her heart. That bond so strong. But now it was gone. All she felt was emptiness, emptiness as vast as this great divide before her. Her heart, once so full, was simply gone. She was too full of hurt, of pain, of the knowledge that she'd lived her whole life striving for love only to find herself utterly and completely alone. She meant nothing.to no one. All her love, all her worship, and she was still tossed to the side or tampled on as the grass and the dirt. Those which she loved could not even love her back with the shallowest of depths.

How does one live with that knowledge, she thinks. How does one live knowing that their big, open heart with all its love was not good enough for even one? How does one live knowing they gave it all with only one, single request: to be loved. And she hadn't even gotten that much. So how, indeed, did one live with that? That she not inly was not loved by her family which she'd built, but also thay she meant nothing to nohorse. She wasn't quite sure. The alabaster mare sunk deeper into her depression until the sky was low in the horizon. Her gaze, pained, intense, golden. Stared out at the ocean in silence. Lazulli cried on her shoulder, for she'd shut him out now, not wanting him to share in her pain...though he did anyways. She fit no where, with no horse, and had only a dragon to ease her pain. Tears had welled up and stained hee cheeks long ago. Did she have anything left to give to this world? To her beloved bonded? She wondered, briefly, if there was a way to free him of her. Perhaps she could give him to her grandson if he couldn't be utterly free? A drop of hope swelled in her breast.