There are things she doesn’t know anymore. There are things that don’t matter anymore. The mare tries so hard to exist in this century, but it’s hard. She dwells. All the creature seems to do these days is dwell on the odd thoughts and strange things that come crashing through her brain. They’re the ones she doesn’t want yet they’re the ones that stick. Her mind is starting to quietly claw its way from the quiet little place it’s been locked up, sitting where it forgets to talk and speak and think and breathe. For once, Earthshine takes a deep breath of the frigid Inlet air. It fills her up and burns her lungs, and that burn feels good for once. It’s the first thing she’s come close to actually feeling in ages.

The creature forgets to feel sometimes, and it’s starting to get old. She forgets so much, so often. Some days if you ask the strange mare her name she’ll make something up on the spot because she doesn’t remember. No, her own name will become lost to her but the faces of those hse’s met will stick and stay in her mind until they’re gone. Long gone. Earthshine could see Acorn, for example, clear as day. Both of her estranged daughters frolic in the paradise her brain has created for them. Her sisters, her brother, her mother and father even—they’re all alive there. She doesn’t join them. There’s business for her here.

She’s weird and she knows it. The creature’s tail twitches and flicks behind her as she steps down from her little cavern in the Inlet. It’s a strange comparison… she still burns for her Cavern. There’s no safety here, there’s nothing that she wants to take and to rule more than her Cavern. Earthshine is burning on the inside, and it’s becoming hard to keep going on with the idea that she’s got nothing left. The girl doesn’t show any of it, of course. She’s careful not to let the fact that there’s something eating her up shine through.

Earthshine is just as careful when it comes to moving across the land. She’s light on her feet, which has always worked to her advantage. She doesn’t announce her presence as she moves through the Inlet, making her way up a rise and tracking Solgar’s scent. The shadow has a certain light to her for the moment, moving at a lazy jog. There’s still snow here, and while she tries to be quiet, there’s no mistaking the crunching of hooves over frozen ground. The ice and snow here seem to be a fixture, and for that, she is thankful. At least some things don’t change.

From where she draws beside the blue roan stallion, she can see a pair of mares. The dark creature doesn’t speak, but a low rumble finds its way from her chest. It’s a way of greeting, she supposes. Earthshine feels… not quite stupid, but maybe a shade pointless. She’s come without a reason, without a purpose other than checking in. Earthshine didn’t have anywhere left to go, truth be told. The creature didn’t have anywhere left to go, so she washed up on the shores. The dark mare stands, watching the dozing stallion in her periphery, waiting for him to say… well… something.