Maren

Sunlight splashed on the forest's surface as there were already slightly less leaves to create shadows as Orangemoon had chased away Tallsun. It meant she was her for over a half year now. Time just goes so quickly these days, she sighted, as she reflected upon her aging-self. She sighed, slightly depressed, at the sky above her, for she lay belly-up in a soft bed of mosses. She was just thinking. Thinking while her front hooves dangled above her body and while her eyes were squeezing themselves into slits against the sun. For, sometimes, she wondered about home, about the people she had left behind in her arrogance to figure out how the world worked - And her need to get away from the place. She wondered about the Land of the Cherry Oak, and she wondered about Deneb. Who had died, who was still alive? For some she rarely worried, for some she never did. But there was no way of knowing - and the reality was that she did not needed to know, which made her happy and at ease. For she had what was most important to her, and was with her always: Faith.

Yawning, she decided she had to get up. So, after successfully getting her body straight and ready again, the tigermare stretched her sore muscles and got herself moving slowly and peacefully.
Time to go home.

She had barely started walking or voices had found their way around the trees and bushes, into her ears. She could not make up what they were saying, for she stood too much with the wind in her back to make out words. But she saw them, with wide open eyes, in the far, through the silhouettes of branches and bushes: Two of them. One creature had her behind turned to Maren. She did not stand out that much. Maren's eyes were more glancing at the other one - surprised, as she bit her tongue. Because you, Sir, seem familiar. Not really sure if she was doing something she was going to regret later today, she walked towards the pair. The tigermare halter her pace with a bit of a space still left between them, kindly ignoring the mare she didn't know. For she had recognized the Sir. as a ghost from the past. For he stood out, this tiger-striped stallion with the horn of a foreigner to their birthplace. Just like her wings did, it marked the fact that they were both half-bloods.

Well this is ironic, she mused in thought. If anyone, she had expected her brother, Gha'Tor, to come waltzing in to remind her of the past. But instead of her beloved, it was someone else. Someone who had, even in all those years, rarely swam the sweet waters of her mind: Her cousin, Carnassial. She had remembered him as arrogant and stubborn. But then again; Haven't we all been? They had been so young, silly and stupid back then, idiots and fools. Ah, but there was just too much time between then and now for her to tell who he had become. He was no colt any longer. How many years it had been? She didn't even remember.

Not really sure what to say, Maren stared at him for a slightly awkward moment while a frown crowned her always oh so silent eyes. She had never really been a hugger, anyway. "Hi", she told him flatly. Then she bit her lip. She had really - Really no fucking clue how to talk to him anymore. "So... Where are you going?" She asked, casually. The tigermare’s alabaster head turned to the skulled mare, not entirely subtle, and then back at her cousin: Blinking, silently questioning him, as her eyebrows slowly raised higher and higher from their frown under silent, burgundy shaded eyes.

@[Carnassial], @[Waprevah]