It had been time, right?
Time for her to get back to normal.
Time for her to move the hell on as the rest of the world already had.
How could it have already been two years ago that Ruegen had fallen to his death?
'His presumed death,' piped a small, needling voice, urging her to hold on to the naive hope just a bit longer. White strands of knotted flicked once against the mare's flanks. The sensation brought her back to the present. The present where he was dead. Where she was alive. And where she needed to get on with her life. A sigh heaved ribs outward as she turned away from the water's edge, half-heartedly looking for whatever or whoever was nearby.
Her mother had always made going out into the world to find a stallion sound like it would be a fairytale. To be whisked away. To fall in love. Keating had never thought she'd have to go through with it. Everything had been planned. Ash black ears twisted, folding back at the thought. The grulla mare stretched out her neck and shook hard, wishing the thoughts and reveries would just stop. It still hurt. To even think of the life that she was supposed to have was torture, and she had to make it stop.
So, here she was, attempting to start over..
Would anyone want a mare as broken as herself?
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