She feels the same old feeling of emptiness in her heart.

The kind of when love comes, and slowly disappears like her golden knight in shining armor. Bright eyes of gold are burned into the pale mares mind – haunting her with each breath she takes both while being awake and fast asleep. The familiar clench of the muscles around her aching heart became something usual like a blink of your eye or how your breath slowed when sleep began to settle. All of this, has become the existence of the pearly mare – she is not living, just merely alive.

The scent of pine and apple invades her pale nostrils causing them to quiver

Slender velvet ears swivel forward listening to the comfort of chirps birds made that lay comfortable between the limbs of the trees that surrounded her brother’s home. Elliot, her darling son begged her to come visit his uncles land for a very long time. She kept them cooped up in the paradise with Tarrant for months now and although Elliot loved being around his grand-father he needed to know his other family as well.

Sylvia despite not talking and barely looking at him understood this

”I’m going to go search for some-one to talk to mother” expecting gold eyes that he got from his father who’d he’d only met once while being a small child bore into his mother waiting for some sort of response. His mother over the last two years of his life was always kind spirited and extremely quiet. Often he could see her brilliant spheres of blue stare out into nothing watching the sea’s waves rush towards her with urgency. Midas, his father is dead, has been since the very first time he met him, or rather soon after. Elliot harbored mixed feelings but choose to hide them away in fear that his mother would not be able to handle him being depressed as well.

Sylvia finally turns her gaze towards her son and nods slowly

It gave him the conformation needed for him to move away from his mother and head deeper into the forest in search of either his uncle or one of his cousins. Sylvia, kept moving forward unable to bring herself to face her brother or any of his sensational mares she had met previously. Sylvia finds that she is on a mission – one to see the outskirts of the prairie that rested next door. She’d grown up there along with her brother and parents, how she missed them now. Given a chance she’d ask her mother what to do and seek comfort that no-one else is able to give her, not even her son.

Twigs popped in the distance forcing her to focus on whatever it was

Sea blue’s search cautiously wondering if it would be another equine or some sort of animal of the bush wandering around. Apollo’s rays peaked in-between cracks of the looming trees above her allowing the pale coat of a lone mare to finally be seen within her vision. It is enough to halt her stride as curiosity flashes through Sylvia’s mind trying to remember if this pale beauty had been one she’d met before. Her slender figure and nearly white pelt suggested Sylvia hadn’t and lead her to also believe that she is either a new addition to her brothers family or a member of her nephew’s.

Lips curve shyly as a kind nicker erupts deep within her vocal cords.

Carefully the pale girl steps forward dropping her head to be in line with her shoulders allowing the unknown girl to see that she meant absolutely no harm. She also knew that even though she did not mean this, the young girl could be nervous and or scared which caused Syliva to pause a few yards in front of her. ”hello, my name is Sylvia, I’m the sister of Lyden.” a pause is taken once the smell of newborn circles around her ”I mean no harm to you or your child, I’m just wandering around before I’m faced with my sibling and his family” a smile pulls on her tender lips hoping this girl would sympathize with her and know what It is like to just want to be alone – even for a moment.