Common

Guilt. Guilt is what the steel colored mare felt. Guilt for everything said and unsaid over her five plus years she’d lived on the Islands now. Guilt for those she’s loved and lost. It was a haunting feeling to cross into the Commons so many years later. Strange ever more to know that this is where her tumultuous history began.

The first breaths of Fall caress her dark coat as she creeps into the meadow of the Commons. It’s a breathtaking view, if one at all. The trees in various shades of golds and reds envelope the long grasses of the meadow in a loving embrace. A small, tentative smile graces her lips for the barest moment as she takes a deep breath. She holds it in her barrel for only a moment before blowing out her lips and lowering her head to graze quietly.

But the lady of the water is wiser now and knows what dangers can lurk in those traitorous trees. For the Commons is but that, a common ground frequented by roguish leaders. Is that what Aallotar wanted to subject herself to? Did she feel so guilty about all that had occurred, that’d she’d subject herself to such a chance? Of course she would. Because what other punishment was there except chance?