Meadow

Raksha is confused. Of course that fact itself is nothing new for the exoctic red girl. Most days in her young life had been filled with confusion. Father was a here again and gone figure in her life, had been for as long as she had known him. While this did nothing to curve her love for him, or the desperate want for that bond that should have been, Raksha had come to learn she could not rely on him to save her. No, the only constant figure in her life had been mother. It was mother who always kept a wary eye on her, mother who strove to find them a comfortable place to live. It was mother who provided her as much nurturing and growth as Raksha had ever known. It was not much, and she was no longer completely blind to the cold reality that was Nyimara’s real nature, but the silver haired mare had always been there.

Until now.

Raksha is not used to this being alone thing. Sure she and mother had been alone a lot in the Arch before Siobhan had come and even for a time afterwards. That was normal and as far as Raksha was concerned, if Aranck had not been there, it would have been perfect. However then that other stallion came and mother was gone. She hoped that she would find her; hoped that no longer would she feel the ache of longing but so far she had no luck. When she first came across the stallion, she had been hopeful and even excited. Adrenaline thrummed through her veins as she approached him but as she neared, it was all wrong. His ears disappear beneath the dark shadow of his mane. Slender legs stiffen beneath her as immediately she halts herself, her finely shaped head lifted as pale eyes widen in surprise. She had not been expecting that at all.

However after a moment, the recognition or lack thereof passes over him and the pinned ears and bared teeth disappear. Instead an almost friendly smile curves across his tawny features as inky forelock is tossed away. Raksha has only been around her mother, father and Aranck in her life, other than the occasional stranger that they came upon along the way. She has never considered the possibilities that a stallion might be attractive but in this moment, she finds herself grateful that she does not have lighter colored skin for surely the faintest shades of blush would have been visible. Tension ebbs from her skin as sheepishly she dips her head and mutters a soft-toned apology. She is all but prepared for his hard words or scoffing tones when his voice breaks the barrier of silence with a charming chuckle. Pale silver-blue eyes gleam as a lyrical chuckle echoes from her own lungs. Small ears tilt backwards as an almost mischievous smile tugs at the corners of her ash dusted labrums. ”I suppose that would be an understatement indeed. Such a rugged figure… you would make quite the frightening mother.” she teases giving her own head a toss and chocolate tail lashes against her flanks with animation.

She listens intently as he speaks, bobbing her small head as once more sadness begins to cloud her eyes and tug at the playful life this stallion had awoken in her. He remarks that he too was searching for someone, two someones in fact and Raksha finds herself sighing silently to herself. At least she was not alone. A single brow raises as Raksha tilts her small head towards him amicably. She had very little hope that this stranger had seen mother, even less hope that he would know where she was but what harm was there in trying at least?

”Mo...Nyimara is her name…” she begins, turning her silver blue gaze to watch as a group of horses pass them by, ”My mother…” she continues, drawing her gaze back to the golden eyes of the bridle stallion, ”she had my sister with her… both are dark in color with the palest of manes.” she murmurs, her words drawing up the memories of the silver haired mare and causing a new wave of loneliness to wash over her. ”They were taken away from me. I thought I might find them here but I guess I was wrong.” she finishes, unable to hide the dejection from her voice. Despite herself, she finds her pale gaze searching his own, hoping against all odds that she might see that spark or glimmer of recognition alight his eyes. It was a fool's hope but what else had she to do?