An Undefined Soul; Any

[Nymeria]

Waiting was always the worst part. Nymeria wished she were not the observant type. It was a personality trait that she did not envy about herself. ”You should be proactive” Nymeria recalled to herself. It was a statement her sister Brinley often stated to her. Brinley was always the more outgoing of the two. Nymeria was the silent watcher. Life was always quieter and safer in the shadows. The shadows were no longer an option for Nymeria’s fresh start. What a shame, Nymeria bemoaned. The wait had felt forever as if seasons themselves passed several times over. But alas the lone mare was dramatizing the situation considering her wish had come true. A friendly face approached Nymeria. She noted the grace of the other mare, and quickly compared herself out of habit. She didn’t believe herself inferior, but surely didn’t believe herself to be superior either. ”Why its nice to meet you, Sunday” She said with a soft, almost throat-clogged tone. Nymeria coughed lightly and started to speak up when another horse came upon them. This one was huskier, a stallion. He spoke his name and of a region, the desert. Nymeria thought such an add on to be quite strange. She couldn’t mask her questioning face- Surely it wasn’t common in this land for horses to distinguish themselves by a location-but maybe it was. At this time Nymeria was growing a bit overwhelmed. Her wish had definitely been granted-ten fold. Another mare had approached the small gathering, and this one had caught Nymeria’s attention quickly. She had wondrous wings that clung to her side and an aura about her that felt almost ancient. The introduction was made and a location was also attached to the name. Confused by such a phenomenon Nymeria found herself tongue tied for a moment before she was able to blurt out her own name. ”My name is Nymeria……..from the…..uh..field?” She said with a bit of embarrassment clouding her words. nymeria