The ache of missing her mother was still deeply rooted in her soul. Knowing her mother was alive but had lost all memory of her was like being kicked in the chest by a mule. Hard, ruthless and had the ability to take her breath away. Her heart ached as much as her soul did. She wondered what it meant for her. Did it mean that Cami would become as lunatic as her mother had? Was the disease that stole her mother from her genetic? She prayed not. Because that meant that she could do that to her own children one day, and the thought was crushing.
Her eyes on the black and white figure before her was her focus now, not the what ifs. He told her not to call him sir, and while she felt silly, she also felt like she didn’t know how to reply to that. She said it more so out of being respectful, but that’s how she had been raised, before her mother lost her mind. “Oh sorry.” she tucked her chin towards her chest slightly, if she could blush she would be out of embarrassment. She lifted her head back up. “It’s nice to meet you Blizzard and thank you. I’m Camellia.”
He spoke of keeping a watchful eye on a sleeping colt nearby, his nephew he said. “Oh! He’s lucky to have such a watchful uncle.” A soft smile graces her face as she watches him. Her eyes cut to the side where he had looked when he spoke of the youngster. She couldn’t see him, but she could see where the bushes were shifted enough for him to be there.
Blizzard went to tell of where to avoid, and she nodded softly, letting him speak. When there was a break, she spoke up. “Before mother’s mind went, she told me of the places. She was born here, as her parents were, and her grandfather was. The stories of the lagoon were infamous, and not in a good way.” She looked towards the place, the one that was figuratively shrouded with clouds. Like the scene in lion king, the shadowed badlands, must never go there. Or something like that.
He spoke of he and his nephew going home, and how she was welcome to join, even temporarily. The idea was intriguing, and it was a nice idea. To be safe, to figure where she belonged. “You know, I think that might be a swell idea. The thought of being alone without a homebase would be a harsh reality.” Now, whether she stayed for good would be seen to later, but having a home, even if it was temporary, was nice.
daughter of kamala - 4 - 16.2HH - paint x appaloosa - of nowhere - without heart - red roan pintaloosa (varnish splash)
not all stars belong in the sky, the best ones are hidden with the shells in the sea
