Maybe there’s something that doesn’t sit quite right inside Wisteria. She doesn’t… she doesn’t really know what that is. Wanderlust, she supposed. Everyone had to be prone to wandering at some point right? What was the point in putting down roots, anyway? What’s the point in letting anyone get attached?
They’d all let you down in the end.
Wisteria knew that better than anyone. There wasn’t going to be a single other than her own, at the end of the day. Her soul was the one that she could keep safe. Maybe that was a thought that would bring her some comfort, renew some of her resolve. That would be… that would be alright. Still, that wasn’t all. It was summer. It was summer and it was beautiful. A soft breeze played within her sea salted mane where she stood, drying in the sun on the pebbly beach.
It’s true, she’d let the sand and the surf take her away. Thrown herself into it. Given herself to it. Now that she was on the other side… what was she to do? Confidently in the direction of her future, Wisteria set off. Now or never, right?
15.1. sooty palomino blanket. quarter horse mix. nothing of anyone’s.
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