"HOPING ONE DAY YOU'LL MAKE A DREAM LAST
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST."
The little mare was so tired of remembering, but she knew she’d never forget. Each step further from what once had been home was painful, but her feet kept moving. Amal sat upon her back, quiet. She knew her own grief weighed heavily on the little dragon. Such was the risk with a bond such as theirs.
Najya was a survivor. That was her curse - living on after being torn from her loved ones. First her family. Then her mate. Now her children. But her magic was spent. All she could do now was hope it was enough - hope she had been strong enough in those final moments to render some form of protection as the world crumbled around them.
She’d awoken in a field of ash with only muddled memories. She was all that was left - everything was in ruins. The memories of her homeland came rushing back. The smell of smoke burned in her nostrils and she simply couldn’t take it any longer.
She ran. Again. Ran until her lungs burned and her muscles screamed. Ran until nothing was familiar. Save for a familiar shadow. Amal. She should have known, but she could hardly tell what part of her soul was still in tact.
She wasn’t sure how long they’d wandered in solitude. Months. Maybe longer. Time made little sense in the aftermath. Najya knew for certain she wouldn’t have made it this far without Amal. The little dragon scouted ahead, ensuring that they stayed on the move. It was Amal that had found this place - spotted the others and encouraged her at least to look.
Najya inhaled sharply when she saw familiar, equine shapes. From her back, Amal chirped reassuringly. With that, the little mare stepped further into the strange land, wondering what she had managed to stumble upon.
N A J Y A
[ooc - najya has a white dragon companion named amal. she's about the size of a cat]