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Everything around her felt as if it was frozen in time.
Deep rose hued eyes surveyed the world in a new fashion. She had been taken in by the strangest of sorts, one of which was her age. Insanity was far from an ideal guardian, but she did not paint the world in pretty colors, and told it how it was. She had found Nayati at her most broken, and gruffly patched her back together with the promise to keep her on the right path to happiness. Then, in a panic she had not experienced in a few months, she had been discovered by Resplendence. The mare was fast becoming very dear to her, so similar they were in personality. Bale, too, had helped patch her together once more. His kindness, his sweetness, never faded. Romani forever lingered on her mind, but the good memories were harder to access without tainting it with the heart broken feeling she got whenever her name appeared in her mind. The mare had not remembered her at all when they had met. Had awkwardly explained that Nayati essentially meant nothing to her since she had been so easily forgotten. That was how Nayati saw it, anyways. Logic could not explain how or why Romani did not remember her, but she was lost. Wandering. Resplendence and Insanity were her only friends, one of which was hardly ever around. She was bitter and broken, but still she smiled. Tried so hard to see the beauty and love in everything, and essentially began raising herself. Svetlana was dead. Abdullah was gone, without a word. Romani had completely forgotten every bit of her.
She had lost everyone that had loved her, and gained very little in return.
However somehow, she was not ignored. At first she had not understood what was happening, had in fact been frightened. Magic was something very new to her, and she had needed to figure out what was occurring on her own. Wherever she walked, flowers blossomed in her wake. Blooming up far faster than normal flowers, chasing after her hooves almost playfully. They remained for hours before fading back into the earth as if they had never existed. They comforted her, in a way. Wherever she walked, beauty followed. Blossoms of multiple colors creating a pixy trail straight to her, saying that no matter where she went somebody could find her. She would never be lost again. It was a large comfort to know that, that she could always turn around and know where she had come from. It had an emotional effect on her as well, calming her and giving her a warmth that never left her chest. In her ever-growing mane and tail the little flowers grew as well, coloring the white strands with bursts of purples, reds, blues, yellows…and they remained perfectly tangled in her locks. Replaced overnight by new ones, a new array of colors for her to enjoy. It made her look older, and she was certainly growing. Slowly, of course, as she doubted she would be very tall, but surely. Her hair seemed intent on outgrowing her, however, and it was fast becoming much like Resplendence’s. Not that Nayati minded of course, she was delighted.
However despite all this she carried around a deep aching sadness wherever she went. She missed Romani, wanted her back, but didn’t know if she actually did. Part of her still loved her, but the other part hated her and was wailing in distress over the pain she had caused the little filly. So when she was out on her little path that day she nearly tripped over her hooves seeing the Haflinger walking casually with a stallion. At her side was the tiger cub that Nayati had been so confused to see. Nayati knew she had been spotted, she’d bumbled right out into their path. Momentarily she stared at them, with a wide doe eyed look that betrayed her shock. Then it darkened and her face fell, remembering that Romani did not recall even her name. The stallion did not smell right, and Nayati turned to him with a sad, defeated expression. ”Welcome to the Foothills,” she murmured, careful to be clear so that she was at least heard. Her voice was always soft, as if she did not have the ability to shout. Her speech had matured drastically since Romani’s amnesia, but it didn’t matter to her. Nothing really mattered to her anymore. Turning she started to walk away, flowers blooming more in the spot where she had lingered. She didn’t want to be around them, and her eyes were starting to sting.
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