She felt silly as she paced along the shoreline, caught by indecision between going home and moving on. Her momma lingered in the Bay with her half-siblings, but Amalia found no more peace there than she had when Fell ruled it. Emhyr was her brother, to be certain, but he was still more or less a stranger to her, and the lessons he'd been taught as a boy by his father all but a foreign language.
Amalia knew it would break her mother's heart for her to leave, and yet she had. Multiple times, in fact. She'd wanted to break her leaving to her mother by getting her used to it in small doses. So she'd spent a week in the Cove, another two in the Arch, and three whole weeks this summer alone between the Meadow and the Falls.
She was ready, even if her mother didn't agree. So why did it feel so hard to stay this time?
The autumnal-colored mare sighed heavily, lipping at the seed-crusted top of a strand of seagrass before slowly chewing. She hadn't expected these decisions to be so hard to make, and yet she felt like they needed to be made. She couldn't hide forever, and while she yearned to know who her father was, it wasn't as though she would be able to magic him out of thin air either. Until her mother saw fit to give her another clue, she would simply have to accept what little she knew of him and keep her eyes out for a dark, roaned stranger.
Lost in her thoughts, Amalia didn't turn at the first sign of hoofsteps, nor even when they halted. But the sound of a breath, a voice, a noise that most decidedly not oceanic in nature startled her enough that she spun to face it, wide-eyed. "Hello?"
Young Mare - Red Roan Tobiano - 15.3h WFG - Evrain x Kohelet