it has come to pass...

Time is defined in a multitude of varying ways, measured in a variety of dissimilar tools. In human years, as a mortal, she had lived twenty years, and in human terms, as a unicorn, she would be classified as only having seen two seasons. But as a unicorn, being transformed back into her rightful state of existence, technically, she had seen two centuries. If judging on a physical basis, she held newness to her ancient bones. She wondered if it was the newness of the enchantment of a new world that had brought upon her a new immortal body to dwell and abide within, a form that rightfully housed the essence of her presence. If judging based off of her mannerisms and behavior, dating the age of her bones, metaphorically speaking of course, she was old.

The alabaster mare could understand the confusion, she supposed, a little, as to why she looked so young, but acted as if she had been there since the beginning of time. But it wasn’t easy to explain, and so she found it easier to just let assumptions be just that, assumptions. If those who sought out the truth, asked, then maybe she would oblige them with an answer. But so far, no one had, and it left peacefulness inside her, not to have to explain everything.

It was a splendid day to be out and about. Letting her wandering spirit quench its thirst with exploring more of the world of Helovia. She had come to this part of Helovia, in hopes of finding Osiris, but she had learned long ago, when you look for something or someone, you wouldn’t find them. And so, she was content at just escaping the Foothills, to come back to where it had all started. Where Boltar had invited her to join him, in his homeland, in the Windtossed Foothills. She had gladly accepted, needing a place to rest more than anything. But now, she wondered, if she would have been a little bit more patient, would Osiris have offered a place of rest for her?

Unfortunately, turning back time was not something the sea fair mare was skilled in or gifted with, and so she would have to live with her decision at accepting Boltar’s invitation, at least for the time being. Until another opportunity presented itself.

It was the chatter of young voices that reached the fragile tips placed high on her crown, that drew her attention elsewhere. Curious, NADIRA redirected her route in the direction of the colt’s and filly’s vocals. The older mare was not one to live on socialism, but having company was not a crime either. She soon discovered the two young ones. Only the filly, of bloodless coloring like herself, with large wings, was massively tall, especially compared to her petite stature. And the colt was more of normal size. Concluding her detour, she smiled and faced her auds forward.

“Pardon, but I couldn’t help but hear the chatter of young voices. I am NADIRA.”

The unicorn mare let her gaze of azure glaciers travel from the filly to the colt. She wondered what she had gotten herself into.