She catches herself thinking of her old home as she wanders the Crossing. She leaves the misty Falls in search of a less confined, populated space. As much as she enjoyed belittling old nags, she couldn’t bring herself to follow one to their home - she had only just left hers, afterall. She’d lie if she was asked, but she misses her family now that she’s spent a few nights alone on this unfamiliar island. She misses the warmth of her mother and sister beside her as she slept. Here her sides are cold, and the sounds that penetrate the darkness keep her from resting fully.
She can’t go back. There is nothing for her there. She can only hope there is something for her here.
The summer sunlight catches her red pelt and sets it aflame in the morning’s waking hours. Dew drops paint her legs a darker shade as she wades through bolting grasses, stealing the moisture before the sun has the chance.
There are few others dotting the Meadow, but she does not approach. Instead, she finds a broad oak tree and leans against the gnarled trunk staking her claim on the shade before the heat becomes unbearable. She watches as the others mill around and she wonders if their home is anything like hers had been.
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