you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

the moon is hiding behind grey storm clouds, the relentless wind howling like a wolf in the night. in the midst of it all, she walks across an earthen bridge, her Light away from her, although she could still feel the bond, slowly growing stronger with each passing of the sun. taking a quick look behind her, she sorrowfully turns around, disappointed that her Company was not back yet. however, meeting her gaze is a figure pale as snow. where the figure begins and ends is hard to determine, for it is still far off, and the gray clouds that linger cover what little light there is. she walks towards him, blue magma bouncing from her reflective bodice.

passing four battered head stones, she glances at them, fretting what they stood for. were they where the royals were laid to rest? or maybe the honorable soldiers that died in battle? whatever the case, they hadn't been tended to in many moon cycles. hesitantly, she steps past them to gaze at the man who wanders along the edge of the earth, where it is similar to the world's edge, dropping into blue water that expanded for ages. temptation rises, the darkness, the Insanity, it crawls forward to push her forth, closer to the end.

instead, she turns to look at him, a noble beast, one that could easily break her with a movement of his hoof. she takes a cautious step back and she spies upon his sharp, blue horn. she swears she can hear the sickening screams of all those who that horn had slaughtered, or maybe it was just her screaming as she died at her child's hooves. she gazes at him, unable to speak for fear he may snap back at her.

within she is a storm, raging just as the one above her, a hurricane of emotions so strong one could feel them from miles away. her lone heart quivers within her abdomen, the faint red light dancing off her closest surroundings. she flicks back her auds, letting out a soft whimper. he— hello. the timidness in her voice is almost unbearable for her to hear.

taking a cautious step back as she awaits a response, swearing that if she could, she would likely be on her knees crying rivers at the hooves of this steed, who belongs to the murderers, the Stallions. they were the reason that she could no longer stand the company of anyone, they were the reason she could no longer walk within a group without trembling, they were the reason she was this way. it was Stallions and Children, the two together scared her more than anything. sure standing in the presence of a god was scary, but in the presence of a Child or a Stallion made her want to die then and there. it was an unbearable pain.