Meadow

Ashteroth doesn’t want to go home. Although it had been her home for quite some time, and the painted mare had even made a name for herself there, the change and loss was hard to take. But what else was there for her? She was not made to be some stallion’s pet, and she didn’t want to lead a territory. There wasn’t very many options for a mare like her, so Ashteroth knew she would have to set her opinions aside, and simply do her job. Which was to protect the mares that needed protecting, and fight back against the Lagoon.


The codebreaker had been spending the majority of her time in the Commons, but it seemed completely vacant this day, so she decided to try her luck somewhere else. Perhaps a new recruit, in case the new prime minister thought to dispose of her for not doing enough for the Peak. Ashteroth had almost been jealous of the mares that left the Peak. At least they had that option, at least they knew they could find some other way of life. But it also irritated her, because they should’ve never felt the need.


In the distance, Ashteroth could see the outline of the shore. The sun glistened off the water, making her squint her blue eyes against the glare. She was just about to turn away, when something emerging from the water broke he glare. She couldn’t see who it was, and the wind carried their scent away, but Ashteroth could tell that they had quickly laid down. Whoever it was, was exhausted, and she wondered if trouble was chasing after them. Perhaps an escapee needing an assist?


With a nicker, Ash trotted closer, but drew to a sudden halt when she could finally see who it was. Her mentor, her friend, her sister. Ashteroth had thought to never see her again. “Khar’pern!” She said on a shaky voice, disbelief thick her in tone. “H-how…. Where?” But then she shook her head, closing her eyes momentarily to get herself back together. Peppering Khar with a million questions could wait, the mare was obviously tired.


When Ashteroth opened her eyes again, she walked over to her friend, lowering her head with a soft wuffling nicker as she looked over her soaked rose-grey body. “Are you hurt?” A much more important question, but she could neither smell blood or see any wounds. “I’ve… missed you so much.” she murmured, reaching over to hopefully nuzzle the resting mare’s damp neck.


ASHTEROTH