nocturne
The dark mare was back. She had left the place a long while ago without much ceremony… no one here knew her. No one here knew who she was, not then, not any more. Things had come and gone and changed and become… weird. She’d run off with her family and become a member of a strange little pod on the mainland that was all them and their relatives. Anthem had become the matriarch, strong and stony, with their youngest sibling, a brother clinging to her hip. Caravan had been wide eyed and strange as ever. Earthshine had been ever impermanent and run back to the Islands to find the man she’d fallen in love with. Syrinx hadn’t even been born on the Islands, poor little boy. Poor little boy being raised by Anthem.
Nocturne had left.
And here she was at the Ridge. True to its name, a light summer rain was falling. Breathe out, breathe in. It was all she could do. This was never a place she’d been to when it was just her in this strange little archipelago. Stepping from the sea the mare raised her face to the sky, allowing the drizzle to wash away some of the stickiness of the salt. Nocturne stands on the shoreline, simply watching the area. It’s then that she realizes that it was a shame she hadn’t really seen anywhere other than the iciest and most heavily forested areas of this place. ”How beautiful.” The mare breathes under her breath, simply watching. Always simply watching.
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