A silver silhouette moved at an inconsistent lope, the bright moon illuminating the lighter hairs on her body as she weaved across the terrain. She was a grulla, her primitive markings and silver dappling adding a splash of difference from an otherwise plain colouration. Her dark brown eyes were not unique either. Nothing about this mare was out of the ordinary. Even the scar on her cheek was not that much of a target of observation, for many horses carried scars. No, the only thing to stand out about this mare was her lack of memory and very few knew of this. Instead horses met a very nervous creature, one that is not trusting nor willing to befriend many. Yet despite every negative aspect about her, the femme finds solace in her own company. There was something so anchoring about her not remembering past. It dragged and weighed her down all the time when she was around others. They all had their relationships, their life-long buddies. What did she have? Amnesia and an increasingly ugly personality. She was so scared of losing her way that she it was surprising the stress hadn't caused her to have a worsened health condition.

For once the mare was not paranoid, afraid or angry. As she walked along the shore, listening to the waves lapping against the beach consistently and reliably, the grulla's heart rate was slow, keeping her body calm. Whilst she was miserable the lass did not feel sorry for herself. At least, not for her memory loss. She was sad that she had let herself become so weak that it took an entire region of land to sooth her anxiety, and she was sad that the Gods were missing, but she refused to let herself take pity on the fact she had been born again memory wise. Her mind was protecting her, and if some higher power influenced that then she should be grateful not angered or depressed by it. Kicking up sand absent-mindedly the mare wandered along shallows of the water with her body emitting a vibe of dejection, which was wrong for one so young, in her own little world. Maybe this was where she belonged, maybe the ocean would take away her flaws and cleanse her. It seemed to be thus far. In the grey femme's opinion, this was the perfect place for starting afresh.

The waters of the ocean glimmered like a transparent mirror as twilight from the moon danced on its surface. With light movement the dancer of the moon’s limbs became fluent like liquid in their art. Putting on a show orchestrated by mother herself written by her hand in perfection like no other. Other works of the world of course held a divine signature written with flare, such as the sun, which as of late had been gone in these odd lands. A sojourner would have no possible way to comprehend such an odd occurrence, yet in a way they knew something beyond the visible realm had been occurring; a bloody war in heavenly places could be a possibility. Pondering over such things could drive a soul mad so best to leave things out of one’s control alone. Waves crashing into the shore could represent this uncertainty in life in the fact the waves have no idea when or where they will go

A beautiful painted unicorn stallion with broad fields of white and chestnut had been watching, such a spectacle with sparkling eyes of interest; ever since foal hood this stud loved simple things of this nature. Smiling as the salt of the sea licked at his body in the air, he couldn’t hear another approach, and being so entranced could lower senses. Besides marveling over the pacific the boy had been once again reflecting on the past mostly his family he no longer had. Trying to remain positive the horned equine shifted thoughts toward a new family smiling like a colt his mind thought about a mare. Ironically enough walking along the shore the unicorn ran into a grey mare quickly saying “sorry miss my name is Castiel” looking her over he noticed the scar on her cheek immediately wondering the story behind it asking further a simple genuine “ are you ok ?”

The mare's eyes were on the sand before her, watching the prints appear as she lifted her hooves up with neither apathy nor interest. It was because of this that her brown orbs failed to spot the equally as inattentive gent heading in the other direction. The two collided, Sonya unable to avoid what she did not know was coming. "Oh!" she gasped, jumping to the side in shock as she rounded on the male that was quick to apologise. There was no doubt in her mind that for an outsider this event would be amusing, comical even. But to the mare it was a nuisance. She had not want to meet anyone today, she felt to vulnerable around others if she did not get time to just give herself time to remember what it is like to not be afraid. Beneath her spring pelt her muscles were tense, her eyes hardening slightly as she gazed uneasily at the stallion as his eyes moved to the scar on her cheek. His concern was touching, but also mildly unwelcome. She did not wish to be reminded of what she did not know, nor did she appreciate the fact she was stressed again.

Answering his words, the grulla mare kept her eyes on his orbs despite the fact his gaze was on her cheek. It bugged her. The scar was not her identity! But she digressed because after all, not everyone would look past it. Something like this was noticeable to some. "Don't apologise, Castiel. It was my fault entirely," she spoke softly enough, her words quiet as per normal. She was reluctant to reveal her own name, but she forced herself to. It was hard to get around it when he showed care for a completely stranger. "My name is Sonya," she muttered, her eyes snapping around the nearby vicinity before moving back to the stallion. "and I'm fine." The mare failed to notice how her actions made it seem like she checking to see if the person who caused the healed wound was near by. She was merely on edge, and everything was done on instinct now as a result of her amnesia. Things like how body language could be interpreted was not all there; it was like a puzzle, with some of the pieces not in place just yet. She had yet to arrange it all to form a complete picture.