Common

She has wandered the islands aimlessly for what seems like years. Days have melted into weeks; seasons have come and gone with the changing of the breeze. Her meandering has taken her within each hidden crevice the islands have to offer, yet nowhere has been able to fill the void deep within her aching chest. The fateful day in the lagoon had taken the very breath from her lungs with the deliverance of a few hateful words. She had repaired herself to a tattered form before that day but how easily the brave-faced doll had shattered when faced with expectations rendered to harsh realities. She finds herself once more pieced back together like a porcelain vase. She is precariously and haphazardly glued back to restoration while the scarring of the broken pieces remains evident at surface level. What is the cost of the repair and was it worth the hefty price?

The blue roan pintaloosa finds herself in the one place she had forbade herself to go. She had not shied away from a brief stint in the Harbor she once felt so safe within, nor had she fled from the lagoon that has only treated her with unkindness. She had never placed hoof within the commons for she new the fate that befell the hapless creatures that wandered across by sheer misfortune. She finds herself here now by choice. The thought of meeting another stranger is tiring at best but the alternative would be to surrender herself to a life of emptiness and she has finally rallied enough to want slightly more.

With a deep breath she crosses the border from the meadow into the commons. The golden grasses of fall have dimmed with hints of imposing winter. The chill upon the air hints that the harsher season is swooping across the islands and she feels it befitting of her return the civilization. She waits now, barely within the confines of the common, her deep brown eyes finally unreadable when before only sorrow lived within them. Let them come; she will hide no longer.