Meadow

Her childhood had once been happy and cheerful. Once upon a time ago, her mother and her father had been so deeply in love, that they had signed a blood pact together- unbeknownst to their family members. A brash rush of deaths had followed Ephah’s death- her final child had been born dead, and he had taken her with him.

So Array had tossed himself, sadly, off the cliffs of the cove, leaving his children without parents.

Asra had the worst of it. Knowing that both her parents had passed on, and any hope of a true blooded, full sibling was gone with them. The others were only bits and pieces of their father, and there were no ties to her mother. Perhaps that was alright, the black mare was always dark minded and nasty anyways. The girl with the white stockings had somehow managed to stay positive all through the rough bearings of her mother- she did not imagine it would have been so easy with another child.

She is glad that the stallion has no relation to her- he is blind to the turmoil that had ripped through the hearts of Array’s children. Just as handsome and just as spry and charismatic, but he was without the sort of sadness that had tormented her and her brothers and sisters.

“You’re really sweet, you know?” She tells him with a little giggle, feeling a warmth that spreads in her breast that reminds her of who she once was. There were still icicles to chip away from her memories and to carve out of her heart, but there was a little movement there that sang about her happy childhood. “What girl isn’t a fan of gold?” Playfully, she gestures towards his cheek, almost- almost brushing her dark red lips against his skin, but instead keeping a tantalizing distance between them.

Amidst the rain, she almost felt playful, and even though the damp seeped into her flesh, she felt a happy warmth that ran across her skin and made her face feel warm.

“Well, there is no one left but myself and a few of my brothers. I returned with Anawar, but I couldn’t go back to Tinuvel with him…” Sadly, sullenly, she turns her amber eyes towards the ground and stares at the slowly melting snow upon the little pebbles and rocks that lay there, the colours reminding her of her brother. “He isn’t afraid of the cove- but I think people only go there to die.” A tidbit, a little hint of why she had been so startled upon seeing the gold and white stallion that reminded her of her family. “How can anyone live somewhere so cold, and miserable?”