RU...

- was not one to shy from the pouring rains. Weaving to and fro from the moisture-laden clouds, to break through and greet the sun that burned on from the other side.

She forgot in the sky, she could dissolve herself to the simplicities of breath and movement. She wanted to face the storms; she wanted to face its dangers head on – as a fool, as a dreamer, as an escapist who sought to break free from her mortal body.

But sooner or later, she fell back to the earth. Reminded of the dirt and soil, rot and life. The rain had left her side, the sky beaming radiantly just as the call was made. Tired, soaked from feather to hoof, she trudged towards its epicenter where many other equid had gathered.

She hesitated on the outskirts, assessing the motley crew who trickled in. There was only one to whom she felt any inkling of loyalty to. And perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It was something, at least. It was a building tether that wound precariously in her soul, infantile and fragile – altogether stronger, than the binds of imagination or the swoon of yearning that came and went.

It was with a heavy sigh, nonetheless, that she joined her supposed brethren. Avoiding the gaze of the lead mare, and skirting her eyes across to @Nyx. She would have approached in her way, perhaps as an abrasive trill to snap the lonely gaze from infecting her – or a brush of shoulders to remind her; you haven’t abandoned us – have you? But others joined the thinning mare, their intrusive concerns provided the bubble for which Ru avoided her course. Instead, she tentatively moved close to @Lyanna. With a subdued coo greeting the healer.

Her attention thus, rested on the leads that dished out new ranks. Awarding several, demoting a few. Useful in the sense that she now knew more names of the Edge citizens. Curious though, that they would be caged. Perhaps the girl could understand the defensive advantages of the spikes, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Hadn’t had the time to think it out, and for the time being it seemed kind of ‘cool’ and ominous.

It doesn’t surprise her that Roskuld has been promoted. But the girl churns with the thought of Nyx’s idle position being held, and stationed as it was. She resisted the urge to glance at the stony mare. Narrowing her eyes at Tembovu for the thoughts that coursed through her mind. Nearly as an after effect of the pointed pulse of jealousy, and the odd hum of anger that threatened to escape her. Imagining how much experience the mare held, and yet she remained hidden, and recluse in that headspace of hers.

Too young perhaps, brash and wild to accept that she could possibly have any other reason to keep herself idle.

With a steady sigh, she flicked her ears – listening to the others. Silent, restless as she stood there, wings flexing quietly and shimmering in their position.