Mirage is wraithlike in the way that she moves over the ground-- near floating. A suspended trot that seemed to eat the ground beneath her hooves, as she took stock of this place for the first time. Blinking hard against the sun… why was it so bright? It was mid summer here… late summer? They seemed to have crested a hill, and would begin plummeting to autumn, and then past that to winter chill. So it goes. So she went. A tangent in her head.
No matter. With the sun at her back, Mirage took stock of the Common. A landscape that was, at best, dreadfully boring. Her gaze narrowed. It would take some time to get her bearings, to learn what she needed to. The proverbial wolves had been at her heels when she left-- would they follow? Would they find her here? It was always a possibility. There was always the idea that they could find her, wherever she went. No matter. None of it was any matter.
She’d need to find somewhere safe here, but where? It was hard to know what safety was, and where she could find it… it was hard to know anything yet. With a sigh, she turned to peer out over the sea. In the afternoon light, sun at her back, the mare couldn’t see anyone. Maybe they hadn’t noticed yet. It had been more than a day since she’d turned and ran… they had to know. But it was no matter.
At least she could catch her breath here, in the Common. She could catch her breath and plan what would happen next, maybe? Maybe. Mirage was tired.
we’re dressed in black from head to toe
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