The world would not stop moving. And from the boundaries of her flesh, Sia had found herself incredibly fascinated by the perception of its movement. Time; captured in memories seemed to crawl with a pregnant belly across dry and arid ground. Unbearable by the minute while preserving wonderful details that had once been captured in horror, snapshots seared by hot iron; but there were moments when it twisted away from one’s grip, fluttering, blurred with the hopeful flash of a clear pristine photo. What had been almost 2 years of life had all but slipped away underneath the night. Days and nights that was not at all balanced by the world thriving beyond Sia. It was alive, and sometimes these movements raced past her, and other times they drawled into a calm, easy pace.

An easy pace hardly ever guaranteed safety.

She didn’t want to think today, not too much. It was with restless anxiety that she broke through the Basin’s gates. An unknown child escaping through the backwaters of a kingdom; but so far there were few who knew she’d even existed. And few that truly cared. She would admit she craved attention, merely to have bodies near her thrumming with life, reminding her of the simple things that thrived despite death and cruelty. Even if that cruelty existed among those she tentatively called ‘brethren’, they would not have need to strike her. The requirements were simplistic in their call for true blood - naked and shameless - a crown, the ticket.

Her gut wrenched underneath the thought. Her mouth now, no longer free had been laced with hesitation. She only needed bodies; to acquire a family would be lucky, if not hopeful, perhaps even doubtful?

But then, she liked to think that she had one friend. And anyone could survive with at least one other being to reach out towards. It was a treasure she would keep; a token she would not part with. And somehow it had given her more confidence than what she had expected. In light of what the world truly was, and what was worth within it, the fear nestled inside her young heart had become nothing more but flies that picked at her broken ‘parts’. If she cracked under pressure, if her wounds opened any further, flies would becomes swarms, and swarms would return into their hideous, molting forms when Sia had first arrived.

That would not happen.

Perhaps that was why she pushed on running. Idling brought upon thoughts she had never considered, thoughts that drove to the tenderest questions raging beyond the surface. Maybe they would dim down, forget that they had been broken and beaten, heal regardless of why and how come? They too might disappear, follow the wind and dissolve like dust.

But that dust was once alive. Pieces to one whole having been cast off; the consequences, whatever they had been were at once ignored. She had survived, and she would keep on surviving. Move, she must move.

As she ran she could feel warmth in the air. Hints of life forcing its way through the darkness, puncturing and highlighting itself with the wary rustling of creatures. It made Sia laugh, the squirrels must have seemed clueless! With a grin she pushed forwards, catching the odd sight of light not too far away. It was with tentative curiosity that she eventually broke away from her codes once more. She would have never risked the high grasses before, but now, in that moment the idea that she might be chased thrilled her. She would win, wouldn’t she? Sia had come thus far, and nothing would cut her off from the life she possessed now.

Her muscles started to burn against the force of the long grasses, thick and heavy. It added fuel to her restless heart, she would not give up. And at last there came an opening, an end to it all. Luck had had its way with her, and having noticed the dusty earth ahead of her she made the last minute effort to bound against its surface and miss the sharp border.

Sia was no longer grinning, as she stood and caught a familiar verse in the thick air. While her eyes had been transfixed by the glow and ash, her head darted towards the voice. A few more steps away, perhaps several meters away she found Tandavi, and the creature about her fore. For a moment she had thought it may have bitten her, but the position of the creature – on second glance – did not reflect this.

Fleetingly, she wanted to leave. Her instincts warned her to head back to the Basin, and it had been terribly foolish of her to escape safe lands so eagerly. But they had vanished too, and their warning evaporated for something else. This filly, a horse of crème color did not appear much older. Perhaps Sia could be useful, perhaps this was a friend.

She moved closer, her voice breaking ahead of her. “Hey.” From where she stood she couldn’t quite see the injury, or whether there had been one in the first place. She’d just only arrived when fuck entered the world. Coarse, vehement words that seemed strange.

“What’s wrong with you?” Her brows had seized up into a frown, while her eyes swept by the kitsune once more. She had never seen a creature like it, except that it resembled a fox. And perhaps by all means it was just a fox, but why would a fox want to follow a horse of all things?

How strange.

[sorry, longer than what I thought it would be... I got carried away .___.']