Sikeax

She could all still find it here. She knew by heart if she was to come deep enough into the north, that yes, it would still be there. The Sun down in the Throat had left her hide sunburned and in misery. Rolling in mud did offer her paler shade of colours some relief, but what she was looking for. She wanted freedom from the sunburn that racked her and made touch a gruesome process.
That may of been lying when said to be gruesome, but she'd let her pain be nothing but overthought within the recent events. Her depression tried to give away. It tried times when she had been alone and tried to think, whispering nothing but prayers to the Gods for some sort of relief only to believe she was being told that she was going to be left on her own with this one. Quick in her thoughts, she got the idea and went out for her own rescue.
Dusk caught her in the end. Nightfall was faster than she could remember, engulfing the land with a black shade spread across the thin layers of snow. Life will be here soon, she tells herself constantly. It always came, even if it choose to take it's time. It would be there soon enough and she would be able to lay in the sweet scent of hardy wildflowers that had decided to defy all the laws and take root in the Steppe that was covered in snow most of the year. They brought nothing but a smile to her face, giving her a chance to count the moon phases that would finally bring Tallsun to her favourite hiding place.
Coastline came with a steady pace. Aurora Borealis overpowered the once black cloak, pale stars twinkling beyond their swift movements. Her eyes were laid across them for a few brief moments. Naive in a fashion that youth can only have, she thought of the idea of leaving the Throat for the heated months. She could place rough, hard-to-believe lies on her tongue and lips, saying that she was bothered by the sunburns she had recieved now, speaking with a hushed tone as if her normal voice would give away the fact that she was handing them useless fiction.
The sound of waves hitting a rare beach brought her out of the trance she'd let herself slip into. Thin fragments of ice clung to the surface, some having come to rest against the shore. One clunked upon her hoof and instinctively, she lifted it and stepped backwards a few paces. Her hind legs almost stumbled across one another in the process.
Maybe she jumped, leaping across them with an odd grace that hung with her due to her body's bad state of maturity. She slipped though, fumbling with lanky legs as if she was a child again. The location held to her heart with a heavy grip, hanging on and refusing to let go when she was more than willing to move on and see the next thing that was coming to her.
In the end, like she would always do, graced, no, more of bathed, in humility, finally finds a way to get to the gray, moist sand that created the beach. Waves came in with their steady pace, their fingers outstretched and occasionally touching her chest, leaving it dampened.
At first, she cringes and attempts at recoiling, but the feeling settles on her burnt skin slowly. Each fresh wave has her bringing her face to an ugly, crumpled up state that even her mother wasn't going to find pretty. Then again, she counted her mother's view of beauty nothing but over the top where nothing for that woman could be considered worthy of the word, something she knew she wasn't going to recieve even if she tried.
With a smirk much like Adrixaura would have, filled to the brim with self-content, finds herself laughing within at the idea of someone having finally done the true bitch that her mother had been in.

@[Arwen]

OOC: I noticed you posted in my plot thread, and only just noticed this now. xD
If you still want to post, go right ahead.

Open otherwise.

In winter, so voices are like coats - Mosteghanemi