have you seen that girl?

A fest of snarling had certainly scared the maiden, the fact that she had jumped out like that, in a way most foreign to her. She expected to be alone, but her expectation was ever so wrong, making her jump, the heart beneath her breast suddenly twitching in a fierce manner. The glass girl simply turns her head, ears swiveling backwards as a stallion of the Night forms from the shadows, the gentlest white grazing his body, and the deepest red eyes gazing at her. The fight or flight response sends her into a panic, should she flee now, thinking she knew the stallion's intentions? She glances to the side, her escape route already planned within her mind. There is silence, something she loves, creeping between the two.

He said he had never seen one like her, as though she is some rare species. Taken aback by the words of the older male, the girl takes a step back, fearing he may try to seduce her. Her maw opens, but she does not speak, it as though someone has pressed the mute button, her words are silent. While she is gathering thought, he takes no time to ask yet another question, one with words that are filled with hints of a seductive tone. She swallows her fear and puts on a serious face, her delicately made features shifting. "Ayelet. My... my name is Ayelet." She murmurs, her words a gentle whisper against the wind. The name she speaks is one of the few things she was allowed to remember from her former body. But even then the name occasionally slips from her mind, shrouded in mist, just as the rest of her memories. The flash backs that torture her soul, the misty, dream-like memories that slip through her head, are caused by the God's wishes to give her some recollection of her past.

In Brother Night's radiance, her cold shell twinkles in the dark, almost as though she's invisible, barely seen unless looked at in the full of Mother Moon's light. Her accented eyes drift to the stars, the many spots shimmering in brilliance above her crown. She turns to the stallion then, her attention pushed towards him. "I suppose it is customary to ask for another's name in this land. So, Brother, what happens to be your alias?" Her tone is casual, unlike the seductive hues of the stag's voice, which the girl disliked in full. Ever since those flash blacks began plaguing her, she had been cautious to avoid all stallions. But all knew, that was near impossible. Studs jumped at any mare, hopeful of winning over their hearts with romantic word and flirtatious tones. Not her. She was different from the rest, having already learned stallions always play mare's for fools, and that almost all mares play along. Of course, until they land in a pit of doom with a constantly swelling stomach, left alone to defend her offspring. The girl's story had ended with a twist, however. It was not the father who came back to kill, it was the child, her own progeny, slaying her with Brother Night and Mother Moon as witnesses.