breathing dreams like air
When her mother managed to hold steady through not only one but two major transitions without backward slippage, Promise breathed a sigh of relief. When she kept eating, kept drinking, kept seeking out Annubis, Promise let her shoulders unclench for the first time in a year. And when Hymn finally gathered her young-but-old-at-heart daughter to her side and pressed kisses across her forehead, granting approval for her girl to grow up and to move on, Promise did not hesitate.
She had not been to the Commons since she was a newborn, after her blood-father had left them behind. And while she was plenty aware of the warnings imparted on her by Annubis and her mother both, she also firmly believed that good things
could happen here. Afterall, Hymn had found Annubis and given Promise the best dad any girl could ask for.
Promise, of course, had no children of her own to find a sire for. She had been cooped up in Paradise dealing with family matters all of her first adult season, but she told herself that was probably for the better. Just as it was probably for the better that she was putting herself into the world in the spring, so that perhaps she could find someone of her own and build a relationship before the mind-muddling that Autumn brought.
She wanted to be responsible.
But she also desperately,
desperately, wanted to find someone who would care for her as sweetly and as gently as Annubis did for Hymn. Thus, it was with hopeful eyes that the young mare stepped into the Commons on a warm spring afternoon, her coat neatly groomed and forelock draped over a side of her face. And it was with a welcoming smile offered to everyone that passed by that she settled into place nearish the edge of the expanse, her gaze roving over each creature that passed by with a hopeful gleam.