In the tumultuous winds of her own mind, Sohalia is the barrier that curls around her and stops the storm from raging around her. No longer do foreign emotions buffet her, pushing her around and destroying the logic she clung to so fiercely. A friend such as the alabaster dame is one that every soul should have. Friendship is not just a pleasant conversation in another. It is not peaceful existence and similar interests. No, it is far deeper and stronger than that. What others may speak as friendship is not even close to the truth, deviates so far from it in fact that Rowan begins to wonder if they have experienced it at all. A real friend is one who will battle through cutting words and self-hatred to drag you bodily from despair; to shove you into daylight and out of the darkness of your mind. Pain and anger will not slow their stride, and when you have crumpled down after being saved, hating yourself for what you have done to them, they will smile and love you. Say that it was worth it, and not to make them do it again even though you know deep inside that they would do it a thousand times over plus one if your stupid ass did it that many times. Friendship, once struck fully, is impossible to break. Sohalia was that kind of friend to Rowan, and it would always be returned by the younger equine. Sohalia was the physical and metaphorical representation of Rowan’s wings; lifting her out of the snare of her own mind into a place that didn’t wobble beneath her hooves. In return, Rowan would be the grounding presence for the other mare if she so wished for it. If she were to be honest with herself, which she always is and is a reason for her terrible self-esteem, Rowan doesn’t know what Sohalia could possibly take from her. Rowan would give anything to her, and yet was clueless to what the other femme could possibly require. Nevertheless the cocoa fae would be at her side in moments, no matter the time or trouble she could get in. It was strange, almost, how suddenly they had bonded. Yet Sohalia had a new, attractive glow to her that made Rowan sigh sadly inside. All along she had expected this, had sensed that Sohalia had a deeper and stronger side to her that would someday be revealed into an understanding and comfort of herself. Rowan quietly knew, inside, that she wouldn’t really feel that way. But she toiled on, because if Soh believed in her…Row would do her best.

Affection clouds her gaze, smile softening feminine face. If Rowan were pettier, she would be jealous of Sohalia, but loves her too much to do so. Joke is returned playfully, and Rowan lets out a more honest laugh that is clearly relieved. Staggering through the tidal wave of emotions has worn her down, and Sohalia’s familiar teasing is a comfort. Rowan still remembers- damn it of course she does she has a photographic memory, stupid, she curses at herself- how Sohalia and herself had joked over the jealousy of trees and clouds. It was something that lingered in their relationship and comforted the small mare greatly. Shaking herself from her mind for the millionth time, Rowan sent an amused but happy smile towards her friend. ”Enough of emotions, yes? How have you been my friend? It has been far too long,” she laughed softly, already feeling better. Though she’d never before believed that crying actually helped, as many said, getting it out seemed to really lift the load from her shoulders. Hopefully it would remain away from her for another season, for she doubted her stunted emotions could handle that kind of breakdown more than once. Dark sapphire eyes turned to her pale friend, truly interested in what had changed in her life. It seemed Rowan had missed so very much.