Agnieszka
Convalescence by the sea has long been a recommended course of treatment, healing efforts of all kinds enhanced by the cleansing and balancing effect of an ocean shore . In Nerine the dappled tobiano woman recovered from her mysterious ordeal splendidly. Thanks to Djinni's merciful aid she was well in respect to her physical injuries almost immediately upon their meeting. Mental wellness or the semblance of it came slower and she was reluctant at first to venture into Nerine proper to meet its residents and establish herself. She could not trust the body or psyche she occupied.
Her mind felt unpredictable, sometimes she was angry or terrified without understanding the stimuli that precipitated the emotions. She thought that her missing memories might be a part of the problem but as the days wore on and she developed new pictures of the world and herself she began to feel that she did not want the missing memories back. It would be nice to not feel out of control, but something had brought this about, she knew that somehow...and she didn't want to know what trauma could have left her blank and often spiraling into a half-mad panic.
Finally one evening, after keeping herself apart for an uncounted number of days, she descended toward the shoreline. The sun had just begun to edge toward the watery horizon but had not yet started to sink into the sea. The tracery of new scars in her hide would be less visible in the fading light but she still tried hard not to be self-conscious of their pink ugliness. Holding her head high as she came down to the water she tried not to wonder if she had been shy or gregarious in whatever life had preceded her arrival to Beqanna. She had to make a new life here. Whatever she had been before lost, a black twisting thing locked behind a dam of amnesia.
Her nose was full of sea spray and she weaved along the solid wet sand where the waves sometimes broke against her legs and other times just lapped at her hooves. When she encountered others she whickered soft greetings but did not approach anyone and thus avoided the fiery bloom of anxiety that would surely accompany any attempt to introduce herself. She had been ready to come down here, hadn't she? Yes. She needed others. Agnieszka needed to begin again.
an unequaled gift for disaster
