Where am I?
Saedís contemplated this as she walked. The sun has begun to set. A satiny blue drapes across the sky, stars scattered across the sleepy nightfall. Even so, Saedís does not fall into slumber. Her eyes remain wide and awake, her stride unhindered by fatigue. The darkness is not suffocating, but the shadows fall across Saedís’ shoulders like a well-worn cloak, softening her curves and accentuating the moonshine silver of her glossy coat. She wanders aimlessly, unaware of where she is, or, really, where she is going. This void in her knowledge does not much bother her, though. Saedís, dreamer girl, simply walks, her slender body shivering slightly at the hint of chill in the autumn wind. That wind wove its way around her, tugged at her heels, lured her deeper into Beqanna where the air was sweet, filled with the familiar scent of horses.
She did not resist. Save for the idle flick of a shining ear, she does not question the pull. Instead, she merely regards the foreign wonder that weaves so intricately into the dancing tendrils of her silken forelock with wide, doe-like eyes and whispers, into the dark, a tentative, curious, “Hello?”
As the greeting falls from her lips, they curve upward in a soft smile. She breaks free of the bordering forest, stepping into the starlight and the field and beholding the world before her. Lifting her head, she breathes in the scent of strangers. She breathes in Beqanna. She breathes in life.
- Year: 233
- Season: Winter
- SWP: None
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura