-Diorae-
By now it was obvious that her return to Beqanna hadn’t brought her that what she had been looking for. Or what she had hoped to find. Life sucked her into a hellhole of a nightmare, only to spit her back out. And for what? Four scorched legs and inflamed lungs. Not to forget to mention the chills it caused her. Or how she feared the night. Wherever she went, it felt like eyes were following each and every one of her movements.
And all she had ever wanted was a place to stay, a place to belong.
Diorae is back in Beqanna. The real Beqanna, and not it’s evil and dark twin. The ground had swallowed her, spit her back out and left her with nothing but agony. Never before had the golden mare – though in her current state she was nothing more than a girl – felt this miserable. She hadn’t been able to rest ever since… ever since… that thing that happened to her.
As she waddles towards the river she’s one tense bundle. She dread the open space, the tree line a little too far away for her liking, but the water had been calling her. Just as her goal had been in the other Beqanna, she now needed the water to sooth the endless burning of her scorched legs. Everybody about her screamed how tense she was. From the way she held herself, the nervous twisting and turning of her ears to her flicking tail. Diorae’s head was dipped towards the ground.
Submissive, lonely, lost, afraid. And in dire need of guidance and belonging.
The moment the water touches her legs, she hisses. Eyes are clouded by tears and her breath is shaky. Even after this time it still hurt. Of course, her legs got better, just like her lungs did no longer hurt with each breath she took. But that didn’t make the first touch of the cold water any better. Only because Rae knew that it would numb her legs if she could stay in the water long enough. Cold, numb, frozen on touch, but so much better than the everlasting burn.
This time her soft sigh is one of relief. Head dipped towards the water, tip of her tail drifting away in the current. Eyes half closed, but only half, and her ears never drop their constant turning.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.