Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
The mare tilts her head, almost curious at Ori’s response. She had thought her mothers disappearance from Beqanna common knowledge. Not that she can read minds, so maybe it’s curiosity at something else. Of what though, Ori isn’t certain. Maybe much of Beqanna thought that her mothers stuck around and raised her as they should have until she was stolen away. But then, wouldn’t it be strange that they did not try to reclaim their stolen daughter? It makes more sense that they never knew what became of the child they abandoned.
Solace had found her, once she was well enough to do so. Delirious and still half sick, covered in leaves and brambles, Solace had found her. If Solace had found her though, where had Kagerus been? At this point, Ori has no interest in finding Kagerus, no interest in seeing the woman that had so clearly abandoned her. Her relationship with Solace was rocky at best, but not bad and not unwanted. Kagerus though. Ori wasn’t sure she had enough forgiveness in her heart.
I wouldn’t know it either, the other mare says after a moment, and Ori finds this strange. Why tell her that she wears the markings better than her mother than, if she had no point of comparison? Had it been aimed to hurt her? Despite the easy and obvious hurts of her childhood, Ori found they didn’t necessarily hurt that much. Not from others, anyway. Not from memories she couldn’t claw her way out of. Kagerus hurt, but only that, and she never saw her mother anyway so it hardly mattered.
“Why anywhere?” she says, the words, like all her words, simply matter of fact though from anyone else they might sound barbed. The truth was, she didn’t know what drew her to this place and not somewhere else. She had little point of comparison, given that most of her life was spent here and the rest in a place she had no desire to return to. “And no, not particularly. This would not be the best place to seek them from, anyway, I imagine.” They held no love for Loess, though Solace knew exactly where Ori was and gave her no grief for the choice she had made. Then again, what right did Solace have to judge her daughter’s choices now? None, and she seemed to know it, which helped Ori find some respect for the woman who hadn’t raised her.
She couldn’t blame Solace, even though she might want to. She didn’t blame herself, even though it could be her fault. She still blamed Kagerus, who’d always had a choice.
The other mare is only perhaps a year older than Ori. The girl studies her for a moment, wondering why she cares so much about Ori’s mothers or if it was simply the easiest line of conversation. The latter seemed the most likely. Ori was inadvertently famous – or notorious, depending on how you looked at it. “Why do live here?” she asks, tossing the question back, not really knowing what else to ask.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[brunhilde]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission