Halcyon
She was lost. She had been for some time, although she'd stopped keeping track of the days since Xiomara had come to the Shore for her. Time had little meaning when you were alone, and even the cresting of the sun over the horizon ceased to have any significance. It wasn't until Enya's scent faded from the Shores again and another took it's place that Hal began to wake up, piece by piece. Each new inch of clarity she gained came with the razor-sharp blade of remembered pain, but once the process began she could not stop it.
Fritjof was gone. Enya was gone. Atticus. Psychedelic. Others, too, that she couldn't name. Titus and Hirka were gone as well, but she refused to be sad about her children growing into their own lives. It was better for them that they did not mourn the way she did, ripping her own heart up into fragile ribbons. It had been time for her to move on from Fritjof's "death" for years now, but she had dug her heels into the home they'd once loved together, hoping that he had somehow not only managed to survive his swim to far-off lands, but that he would survive again and come home to her.
But that was foolish. And Halcyon did not want to become Ironclad's mare. Not after enduring Psychedelic and his kin.
And so Halcyon gathered herself, having landed on the shores of Falls early in the morning, and made her way westward as the sun rose, following its trajectory towards the Commons. She'd been there only once before, though it had been as a Queen then, seeking to expand her home. Never as a mare looking for a home. Never as someone who was unclaimed and forgotten.
The tobiano huffed a soft sigh and walked along the edge of the Commons, still not entirely sure if this was the right decision or if she was giving up too easily, too soon. As if four years spent waiting for a ghost were not enough penance, not enough wasted hope. She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat but did not stray back to the Falls as reason suggested, only continued to thread along the border line, her heart hammering uneasily.