and so it goes, we found our sweet disaster

There were many things of Helovia that Rexanna had gotten used to. The idea of magic being in nearly anyone visible or not, the various species living among one another as if it were no big deal, and the vastness of the land. It was large, split up accordingly by different parts of the hemisphere. Completely unlike where she came from. Halcyon was full of mountains, ice, fields occasionally – very reminiscent to the Thief of the Heavenly Fields. It was also a land where Unicorns reigned superior, using standard equines as their slaves essentially. Unless you were a less than fortunate unicorn, as she had been. Unknowingly until she met Calstron that she was merely a monster, a horrible recreation of something that could have once been great. Oh, if only her mother hadn’t become pregnant with the General’s child. If only she wasn’t a product of an affair, shadowed and passed off to try and live a horrible life. Oh, if only it started there. Perhaps had she been full royalty, the King of Halcyon wouldn’t have felt it necessary to throw her to the wolves – to the clutches of the Blood Prince. But there were far too many ‘what if’s’ and instead the Thief had to focus on where she came from.

She came from the jaws of the wolf, blazing in fire as she made a daring escape – pregnant nonetheless. Yet at that time, she wouldn’t have known that her child wouldn’t live to take its first breath. Perhaps if she’d known that, she might have stayed with the wolf. Allowing him to tear her apart piece by piece until she was nothing more than a puppet to do the Pegasi’s bidding. No, she’d never have ruled the Eastern Kingdom. They wouldn’t have allowed a unicorn on their throne – no matter what Calstron tried to make her believe. He was the same as them, insane and ready to tear down any who got in his way.

It was truly a wonder how she was still here. And all she had to show for it were the mental scars and the stark onyx “C” marred into her pale flesh. Despite that, the Thief was living and breathing. Despite all that she faced in her past and the reoccurrence of the Prince.

And just like Helovia, they weren’t alone for long. She lifted her head after Marembo had climbed up upon her, collecting himself and clutching little pieces of her dual toned mane in his paws. His masked head swiveled to the sound of hooves as they collided with the stone, and in turn Rexanna’s own exotic striped face drifted toward the sound, her ears perked to listen. The mare was of a rose grey, with vibrant seafoam eyes. Rexanna offered her a small smile, shifting her weight to view the Pegasus mare easier, noting the scent of the sands that billowed from her – the scent that reminded her so much of Ilios. And yet, the mare and the Thief stood at nearly the same height. Dipping her head lightly to her, the gilded woman listened as she spoke – hardly passing a glance at the torn ear of the unnamed woman.

She cleared her throat and shook her head lightly. “No, you’re not intruding.” She began, a soft smile finding solace among her pale face adorned with golden chains. “It’s nice to have company. I’m Rexanna from the Aurora Basin. Who might you be?” She questioned gently, tilting her head ever so slightly as Marembo mimicked his bonded. He offered a small squeak of a hello and tilted his head flicking his dappled tail as he waited with the Thief.

"Talk."

in a river of champagne—

swimming through the morning after.

Rexanna