You are mine to me; Posted on November 11, 2020 at 02:10:42 AM by Raksha
Trapt. More than any other emotion, it was the feeling of being trapt that she felt hidden away in the Arch. Mother had changed. There was something about the way the stallion there let his gaze roam over her body and the light that gleamed in her dark eyes. Nyimara was different and the same. Like rain on her skin, the fear clung to her body, enveloping each red hair and flattening it against her spine. Aranck. A single glance from his haunting eyes was enough to cause her body to grow rigid and her pale blue eyes to shine with fear.
Like a dark abyss, he was drawing down all those that surrounded him. Mother, as strong and fierce as the silver bay mare was, was succumbing to the outstretched claws and regardless of how much begging and pleading Raksha whispered into her ears, still the woman ushered her into silence. I will protect you. The words ring in her own ears now as she draws herself away from the island of Tinuvel. There was no doubt in her mind that mother meant well, no doubt that Nyimara would fight and bite and claw until her last breath if it meant defending herself and Skogsra. However, it was what Aranck made her do that caused Raksha to stare in wide eyed shock. The screams. Even now, she feels the screams of the red-woman tickling her ears. The pain and shock enough to cause her to race blindly back to the last place she had felt safe and carefree.
Water drips from her dusty brown locks as the red dun filly drags herself up onto the shores. Water darkened sides heave as Raksha stands shivering on the shore, too tired to bring herself further inland. Why?... Why? ”Why?!” the word finally breaks past her long silent lips. Why had Bjorn left them? Why had she not been granted more time with her father? Skogsra had never even had the chance to meet him. Why was it the fates saw fit to put them in the path of Aranck and the evil darkness that followed in his hoofprints. Why?
The zephyrs have no answers for her. The only response is a warm breeze that tugs her drying mane around the fine curve of her cheek. On the main island, the wind’s caress is warm on her skin, a flashback of mother’s side pressed against her own or the feeling of wholeness she felt near Bjorn. Tinuvel’s wind is biting and cold, a hard reminder that even on the calmest of days, a storm lingers on the horizon.
However it is the winds today that bring her an achingly familiar scent and one that leaves her breathless as the water’s of the Inlet in winter. Bjorn. ”Abba?” the question is soft spoken on her tongue at first as suddenly life returns to her legs and Raksha finds herself following the faint traces that so long she had hoped to find. Small, dished muzzle lifts to follow the ghostly zephyrs, hope leading urgency to her steps. There is a small part of her that believes his scent is nothing more than a poor girl’s hope. Her small heart thundered inside her chest as she rounded the bend at an extended lope.
Bjorn.
All in one moment, every fear and loss and exhaustion of emotion bundles itself into the joy and overwhelming happiness. ”Abba!” she shouts, crossing the distance that separates them as quickly as her small legs would allow her. Unrestrained she shoves her muzzle into the curve of his strong neck and inhales the deep thick perfume that so long she ached to find. ”Abba… Abba I missed you.” she breathes, choking back the tears that stream down the sharp curve of her cheek. How she wanted to scream her rage, beg to know why he had left them or why she had not been allowed to come with him. She wanted to blame him as mother did, for the outstretched grasp of Aranck;s claws but in the moment she finds herself speechless, lost in the joy that was Bjorn. ”I’m happy you're back.” she murmurs, drawing back long enough to let her piercing blue eyes meet his own. No truer words could ever be spoken for in this moment, her heart is complete. While mother and Skogsra might be caught in the clutches of the spider of the Arch, at least the mystery surrounding Bjorn’s absence was no more. He was here and he was safe.