There once was a time when I thought that I knew it all. I think it was around the time that I turned three. It was fickle then to think that I, so young, could know so much, but the truth was, I knew very little. I chuckled to myself at the thought. A three-year-old, barely mature, knowing anything at all? Truly laughable.

Now I was approaching 15. To be frank, I think I know even less today. Washing upon the shores of the Islands, living briefly in the Desert, the Harbor, the Falls. Everywhere and nowhere all at once. Who was I? My deep green eyes settle on my daughter. It is strange to think that two years have passed since I birthed her. A long and difficult birth met with such grief and loss. The experience had been traumatic, and I could feel that the years since then had been unforgiving to my mental state. I deep sign escaped my parted lips as I watched Kaari graze. The bay filly was barely an adult. Though she reminded me often that she was very much grown. I chuckled to myself and Kaari looked at me quizzically.

We spent most of our time in the Falls and Meadow. It was safer then. But today, we had returned to Atlantis. I had hardly built any relationships since coming to the Islands. Cain was friend, Bjorn had disappeared, and Rougaru had been something physical that never panned to more. All I had was Kaari. I thought that was enough, but it wasn’t. So here I stood on the beaches of Paradise. Again.