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Her eyelids opened and her golden eyes studied the world around her once again. It was a beautiful morning, the sun rising over in the distance. Her body was used to a rather bizarre sleeping pattern. Now the Impersonator was awakening to a brand new day, ready to once again accept the impossible, it was her way of appreciating each new day. Whenever something odd or different happened, she just accepted it. Being an impersonator was no easy task, late nights, secret meetings and having to help plot schemes to save your herd wasn't easy. Her latest victory was returning successfully to The Basin with The Grey's contract for Lady Psyche. However she wanted a break from her herd mates, the whispers and the racism. Generally Arah never put herself around those with issues of other races, but lately others had been trying to turn her. She remembered when a few of her herd mates had tried to turn her against the other races, starting with equines. Being stolen by one didn't help her though and for a while yes, she did have an issues with equines. She didn't think herself better than them just because she was a unicorn and that's what her herd and her parents told her to think, she just didn't find them particularly trustworthy. Abel had cleared her mind though, helped her move past her pain by reawakening her to the fact that not all equines where the same.
Arah also wanted a break from The Basin because she had heard Crash Course had returned homed. She honestly had no idea where they stood with each other. He claimed to be in love her, she claimed to well...what had she claimed through her heart truths to save his heart from hurt? Really just was wetting herself with panic, she did love him though. Nothing was romantic about her love for him though, she was far from being in love with him. Honestly she was becoming to view him more of a big brother. So her big brother was in love with her. Damn. Surely love didn't work like that? You talked, hung out and did romantic things together. But then what would she know, she'd never been in love before and currently nobody seemed to have any interest with her...other than Crash of course. Which was fine, she didn't need to be desired to raise her head every morning.
The dainty mare stood up and shook out her pale coat. Her hair was already starting to shine in the light sun. It's white colour always caught even the faintest of light waves. Her feelings were mellowed out, however something had changed. Normally a bright eyed and bushy tailed mare, today she had a lurking black cloud in her chest. Perhaps her previous thoughts had brought on the anger that now lurked in the pit of her stomach. Shutting her eyes the mare took in a few deep breaths and exhaled loudly each time, not caring if she looked weird. With the careful practice that she had taught herself, Arah put her walls up and stopped the darkness in it's tracks. She would never let it consume her, it would never become the thing that drove her. Instead it helped her understand the darkness in others, the knowledge of what drove them, what helped them live.
Picking up a smooth gait, the small dove began her way towards a river she had seen before. There she would quench her thirst and warm up a little. Seeing as she had no partner or companion to warm her up, she would stick to the sun as her helper. She felt her mood ease up a little as she made her way across the fields. Walking was helping sort out her annoyance and anger. Many looked upon Arah as a weak being, a pretty mare with good looks but nothing else going for her. This wasn't true, Arah had proved herself many times as loyal, true and brave. The qualities she considered to be those of a solider.
That was her motto after all, solider on.
Slowling herself to a walking pace, the impersonator's breath was working hard and fast. For someone that worked so much she felt a little out of shape. But here she didn't feel in any immediate danger so it didn't really matter, her problems were minimal and her home wasn't particularly far away. In fact her golden eyes rested on the fog and mountains that sealed her home from her vision, as she paused in her journey to the stream. A smile formed on her face, she was almost ready to head back. Once she found the stream of course. The water was surely warmer out here than what it was in The Basin, it would be nice not to drink frozen ice, change was sometimes good. Change sometimes did you favours.
Moving once again, her eyes began seeking out the stream. She was alert and weary of anybody approaching her. Being stolen made you weary, made you watch the shadows with suspicion. However nothing seemed out of place and the more she moved the more her black cloud vanished into nothing at all. It generally passed this quickly, very rarely was she unable to with hold the rage. Her eyes settled on the stream she had been searching for. A smile spread over her lips as she bent her elegant neck and began to take delicate sips. It washed away any sleep left in her system and refreshed her. Finishing up her drink Arah paused and listened to the sounds around her. The area fascinated her, it brought life and yet there wasn't much to it. The place calmed her but for the life of her she couldn't understand why. However it really was time to get back to The Basin. No doubt there was somebody needing something from her, she paused however and took one last survey of her soundings.
Haunted by my eyes, the way they hold your attention even in the loudest silences.
Notes; I found my muse hidden under the lounge.
Words; 953
Tag; Lakota.
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[P] The Philosopher and The Poisoner [Lakota]
