The rushing of the sea is like static noise to my ears as I amble down the beachfront, leery. It is not by choice that I find myself searching the long stretch of sand ahead, but a call to my heart. It irks me, this intense need, as it whittles away at my resistance. However, the day is too young and beautiful to feel so at odds and I continue to seek the mysterious force that has summoned me from my home in the Edge.

The sea rolls in, euphoric, before lunging back into itself like a timid animal. At times it washes up over my hooves as if trying to calm my erratic nerves but with no such luck. I am uncertain what brings me here and even more so dismayed by the feeling of loss and longing building deep within my chest. It is as if the waters have opened up a hole in my heart, pouring into my soul until I’ve no rhyme or reason for being. It is not until I discern a small gathering of horses, all species and colors, ahead that I understand.

In their midst rests a large, pale egg atop a pile of sea-washed driftwood. I am hesitant to approach and make myself apparent but the silent melody has only grown stronger, harder to ignore. My eyes sting slightly from its pull, its hold on my soul, so I approach quietly and without greeting. I am late to the gathering and there are many foreign faces that I have yet to meet, but I recognize Cetan amongst them. I nod sullenly to the young stallion but I can still see the perverse admiration in his eyes, the quiet desire to comfort and protect whatever creature lie motionless behind the immaculate shell.

I feel it too though... I am beguiled by the unknown magic instilled within the egg. I am lost to its power and I do not seek to fight it. Be it dark, be it light… I would watch over the unborn babe until its eyes found new life abound. It is not until Cetan steps forth, his voice starting softly at first before growing in tenor, and he sings. I am mesmerized by the sound but it holds nothing in comparison to the pleading of the babe.

I sigh to myself as the end of Cetan’s song before moving forward in turn. Everyone appears to have finished their own tunes, their own beautiful verses of devotion and though I am nervous and vibrating with excitement simultaneously, I begin to sing as well.

“What would you do,
if I said I want, but
I don’t need you?

What would you say
if I asked, but
did not beg you to stay?


Where would you go
if I told, but
would not force you to show
me your love?

And how would you act
if I urged, but
would not keep you
from looking back?

If we two become one
with no greater the loss
equality as our minister,
granting devotion,
at no cost.


I’ll give you protection
and freedom, a gift
sleep now my child
for I’ll soon close this rift.”

Slowly, I step back and away from the one thing I feel I can never part with. I sing of fairness and justice, a life not bound solely to myself… I wish to experience with the infant and not for it. I long to love once again.

[OOC| Wishlist Seeking a Roc Zephyr & no prior refusals]