; a vision softly creeping

[Aranea]

Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies, across this new divide she had thought of this place often over the years. it was where she was born, it was where she would one day turn to ash and disappear (it was not death she would find despite often wishing for it). this world would be her beginning and her end - but not today. today aranea picked her way silently, always silently across a world that was the same and different all at once. she followed an uncertain instinct, allowed it to guide her, embraced the ever present p u l l. it was always there - an invisible rope that led here, again and again. the years had slipped away; slowly at first but gaining speed as they climbed higher. there was a time she lingered at the edge of a lake for what seemed an eternity - days? weeks? months? time had no meaning any more. it was an empty life and an empty shell that returned to beqanna. the history written in her hoofprints was FIERCE and LOUD - the creature that returned now held only a flicker of that. she maintained her strength and her beauty and her youthful appearance, but there was a spark that was decidedly absent from her fiery eyes. those eyes moved across the familiar meadow with curiosity, seeking a face that she might know. most of them - all of them - she did not, and the burnt ash mare cocked a leg and relaxed. she did not seek reunions (not yet, at least, though surely there would be some she sought out) or attention or fanfare (hah!). the sun fell low over the distant horizon, spindly rays that cast TWISTED shadows. in one of them she stood. aranea did not call to them but lapsed in to a comforting silence and merely watched.