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the dream that starts again Posted on July 16, 2021 at 02:02:15 PM by Salka
Member name and contact: Jet, Discord ID: Jet - Sophie Elsa#6804
How I found you: ad on Wild Equines
Sample post: from Qismat:
'The snow built steadily over the tundra of Phryne’s youth, and she stared out of the window as the final pieces of silence fell into place. There was no creak of floorboards, no particular impact made by the wind outside. The only living thing in this room was herself; breath panning out along the glass and disappearing. She peered out into the snow, waiting for something, anything to emerge from the white barrier that seemed almost like a prison. It wasn’t, for Phryne was comfortable with snow, but the presence of death seemed to linger in the house, breathing around every doorframe; sliding under furniture.
The room was practically bare now, the bed she had once slept in covered by a white sheet. All worldly belongings had gathered in a set of suitcases- not many, for her Aunt Juliana had despised vanity, despite the wealth that could have supported it. Besides, there was hardly an opportunity to exercise that wealth; the closest town being over two days’ walk.
Now, as she watched the house from the corner of her eye with a particular type of suspicion, she felt no bitterness towards the woman who had raised her. Harsh, severe, and sparing with her compassion, she had still cared for Phryne in the only way she had known how. Now, on the other side of Phryne’s bedroom wall, she heard only silence in the room that had called for her at night. For warm bottles, for hot milk, for silent company. Always silent, but still company.
Phryne had known the moment that Juliana died, sitting in the corner of the room over a letter to her parents. The mare had been sick for months now, her brain slowly blurring Phryne’s face into an army of other acquaintances. When she finally was released, it was as though the already silent room froze; and Phryne glanced up to see the still-warm body resting there in perpetual motionlessness. Juliana’s body was just that. Crossing the room, Phryne had climbed into the bed of her benefactress (something she never dared do while the mare lived), and rested her head against the clammy skin of the other. She had slept there that night until the maid came in with the porridge.
Now, the post had been sent out, and had been answered.
Dear Phryne, I am so sorry to hear about the loss of Juliana. I imagine that it has been quite a blow to you, given your upbringing. It always meant so much for us, the way she cared for you. You probably know that she corresponded with us over the years, and she was incredibly informative about your education. If the funeral has not already happened, we will send for you on the fifth. You are finally coming home, my beloved daughter. Know that it has been an age, and that I have thought of you every day of my life. Despite the pain in my chest for our family’s loss, I am filled with a boundless joy at the knowledge that you will be home again. Although Juliana has left you with an inheritance, your grandfather says it would be distinctly improper for you to live anywhere other than with your parents. He, too, holds his breath for your return. Dearest child, please send our love to all those who knew your great-aunt. And please, entertain some joy at the prospect of seeing us again. All our love, Mother and Father.
Home. Phryne was coming home. The word tasted dirty on her tongue, like soot caught at the bottom of an egg. Home had not been part of her dictionary for almost as long as she could remember, ever since that train had closed its doors and she saw her family’s faces for one final time. Her brother beside her, ready to get off at the next stop. Her mother, shrouded in black and peering mournfully into the train window. How long it had been- time meant nothing on the Tundra; days passing like years.
Now it was Phryne who wore black, waiting for the escort party to arrive. The maid had left already, for another position in Koszt. Food had been placed in the pantry in case anything were to happen. Really, it would have been a horror movie if it hadn’t been so perfectly natural.'
Character name: Salka
Gender: Mare
Breed: Mustang
Colour: Ee/aa/TO/SPL, black tobiano
Height: 14.3hh
Age: 7