It felt impossible that, somehow, the ocean would deliver back into the arms of her mother. For a moment, she imagined that she was a child only just born – shivering cold as the caressing breeze of spring brushed along the soppy wet of her body. Looming above her, she could barely make out the lurking shadow of her mother, looking down upon her helplessly. A sob grabbed at the base of her chest and she flinched against the power of it.
One thousand emotions tore through her as she imagined the pain her lost years must have caused her mother. Though the answers she sought kept themselves concealed from her, Vi knew she had not been upon Beqanna. A sudden urgency enveloped her and the blue mare’s head jolted out of the wet sand beneath her. Upon her mother’s encouragement she felt strength slowly beginning to return to her limbs. Drawing them up under her, she ignored the sharp pain that coursed through her body as she threw herself up. As her trembling intensified she leaned against the offered side of her mother finding comfort in the slick touch of her bare skin.
The memory of her mother’s slick, burnt skin soothed away the sudden panic she’d felt only a short moment ago. As a child she’d been oblivious to the shocked stared her mother had received. It never bothered her because she saw the truth behind the scars. She’d always been a loving mother, always excited to listen to her chattering at the end of every day. Looking back, she blushed to admit that her stories weren’t at all as interesting as she thought they’d been. Her last memory was one when she was still quite young and a knobby kneed Reshi clung to her side.
Her heart ached. What had become of her beautiful daughter. Was she well?
“Mother…” her voice trailed off as she braced herself against any potential reality. “Where is my Reshi?”
VI
lights will guide you home
@[Scorch] and... @[Reshi], I'm just going to leave this here... *slowly backs away*