Serenity had remained in the Threshold for a little while longer, even after Africa and Thor had left. She had argued with herself on whether or not flying home was the right choice. Even though her family had sacrificed everything for her to escape, she felt guilt that plagued her stomach like colic. Why did she deserve freedom? She had never been overly upset about being a slave - she had not even fully understood what that meant. But, her parents were bound and determined that freedom was better.
Freedom was frightening. Every choice was laid out for her to choose without help, and she did not know which one was right. The mistakes she could make on her own, now, could cause her death.
Their sacrifice would not be for nothing. She was a leaf on the wind, and the wind would carry her faithfully. Serenity spread her star-kissed wings and launched her slender form from the hard earth, through the trees. Winter had claimed much of what she saw below, but a copse of trees straight west caught her attention. In a gentle spiral, she returned to the ground and quietly toed through the white powder to the edge of a thick forest, peering inside.
Voices, drifting in and out of the trees caught her attention, and with her wings hanging low at her sides, she cautiously peered out from around the glass, golden eyes wide with curiosity she had never been allowed to feel before.
A silver colored mare spoke, and she watched in rapt fascination. Sadness hung on those who gathered, and she furrowed her brows tightly. Carefully, she stepped into visibility, dark blue mane brushed over her pale, slender face. "Did you say healers?" she asked curiously, gaze dancing between those who had gathered for any signs of ill intent.
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