Salem was changing. It had always been a flighty place to live, power shifting and changing like the sands. There had been a time when Hawa thought the Badlands was a silly name for a place where she felt so safe and secure at the side of Raegar. But as he disappeared and another stallion claimed what had once been her sanctuary for himself, she finally felt as though it had become The Bad Lands. She had hidden herself away in the caves, hoping and praying that Raegar would return. She'd done her best to remain calm and collected but each day wore on more and more. In the cover of night, Hawa had fled her caves with tears in her eyes and wind at her heels.
Up was down, left was right, good was bad. Nothing felt right when the pony mare finally arrived in the Commons. Salem had made her lean, her muscles trim, her coat thin and bright. She stuck out like a sore thumb against the greenery and she wanted nothing more than to melt into the backdrop. She had never been afraid at Raegar's side. She had loved him truly and wholly, and to leave the home he had made for them, and worked so hard for broke her heart into as many pieces as she had tears.
The corner she found herself was secluded and tucked away, somewhere she could hide away from prying eyes in the shadow of an old oak. She curled herself up at it's base, hoping she could simply vanish, but it was not so. Her pale mane drifted on the wind's touch and she shivered, missing the heat of Salem to warm her back as she felt the warmth of tears behind her eyes again.
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