01-26-2018, 11:28 PM
When Wound speaks about her home, she speaks of it with a fondness and love that further eases Enniska’s worries. Surely she can only love this place so if it has treated her well. Yes, Enniska decides she has wandered into a good place, where, apart from the few men Wound has warned them of, there can not be too many dangers. Relief settles into Enniska’s bones; these last few months have been brutal and hard, and very lonely. This place, Beqanna, is a good place to rest, maybe she will even stay here for a while. Beqanna is beautiful, and the faint feeling of something big and magical in the air that first unsettled Enniska, now makes her feel at ease, and even excited.
The sun starts creeping up from behind the horizon as dawn arrives, and the world slowly awakens around the three mares. Has Enniska been up all night? She realises that indeed, she has. Birds begin chattering, and soft sounds of greetings amongst the other creatures make their way to Enniska’s ears. Dawn is a beautiful time, perhaps the best part about the day. Strangely, Enniska is not tired; making friends has made her feel ready for the day, and watching the world come to life around her has made her feel even more so. Around them, the first signs of spring are now visible in the brighter light of day and the world is starting to look as alive as Enniska feels in this moment.
Home. The word falling from Wound’s lips makes Enniska’s heart skip a beat. Home? The word sounds as foreign and far away to Enniska as her childhood home is to her. For a split second she wonders how far she has come, how far has she travelled. How many homes has she passed through? Enniska wonders if she would enjoy finding a home again, what would it be like, settling down again? The idea is certainly something interesting, and it might be a great adventure in itself. Saedís looks over at Enniska, and for a moment Enniska sees a glimmer of excitement in her eyes that sends a burst of joy through her heart. Something about Saedís is so exciting to Enniska, and it makes her want to almost sing with joy. She feels in Saedís what she felt all those years ago when she used to journey with her old friends, instead of by herself. Enniska smiles, and the warmth that radiates from Wound’s eyes warms her from the inside out. She glances at Saedís again as she makes up her mind.
“I would love to come too.”
Enniska
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