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hell don't need me


Can you look at the sun and not feel pain, Echidna? Then you are human or at least something close to it, so pick yourself up off the ground and try to get yourself together.

Easier said than done. It felt like the last several months were a long, darkened blur. She doesn’t remember everything but enough to know it was a false bottom. Another memory to slot into the bank and save for later, when she felt exceptionally loathsome of herself. The world did feel fresh, which was nice, the new grass and the trees caught in a lovely breeze – there was still salt on the air. Pungent enough to make her nose wrinkle. Salt would always make her involuntarily twitch and the sea would always cause palpitations in her chest. She accepted those things about herself, unlike an assortment of other issues she blatantly rebelled against.

The old draft mare plods lazily along under the canopy. Her soft dappled hair shimmers in the sunlight. She used to be a fighter but time had worn her down, made her more like a nanny than an animal of war. Echidna kept her because the old nag was her only friend in this world. Without Caia it would be unbearably lonesome, or maybe Echidna would find something else to entertain her in those quiet hours. Regardless, the two amble down the narrow dirt path. It is half grown up with weeds and the roots of ancient trees stretch nobly fingers out. She’d not been here in this world very long, it was like being inside a dream but it was changed around.

Echidna had been here before, once. A long time ago. A lot of things had changed since then and she had changed, too. It made her body tense. Usually there were a lot of people on this road, idiots who didn’t know how to watch their back at night. Who trusted young men and let them spend a night around the campfire. Little did they know a cat lurked among them. Echidna pulls the rein ever so slightly to the left and guides her mount down another access road, this one going deeper into the forest.

Out here she could breathe, pretend to think. It was all she had now. Echidna lays the reins down against the mare’s neck and Caia walks on. There are birds chirping high up in the trees, cicadas drumming loudly in the hollow necks of younger saplings. Echidna lays back on the mare’s broad rump, hands behind her head. She looks up at the sky in-between the tree branches and she can make out the clouds, which are fluffy and white. The warhorse, if she could still be called that, keeps on walking until she finds a nice patch of grass.

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