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[Joscelin]

joscelin

She is not sure why she is here again. Does not really know what she is searching for. Her life had been ripped apart and pieced back together. Her entire perspective had changed. Where once a happy, carefree girl frolicked, a wholly broken, sparking woman now lingers. Her fractured body had been glued back together by magic, her soul knit whole again by sheer will. But once unencumbered thoughts now wallow in doubts. She knows only that she is searching for something to make sense of this new world, but she knows not what.

This is how she finds her. The one of light meets the one of shadow. She is as unusual in appearance as the gray mare is plain. Her odd appearance is certainly not one of choice however. Though her coloring is plain enough, a bright bay fading into white extremities, she stands out by the cracks that cover every inch of her petite frame. A bright light occasionally flickers along the countless breaks in her skin, a leisurely line of bright white traveling across her body. Where once she had enjoyed standing out, now that she wishes only to fade into the shadows, her body refuses to obey.

Her pace is slow, meandering. She has no particular goal in mind. But when her golden gaze fixes upon the mare, she approaches without hesitation. There is nothing in particular about this mare that stands out, nothing that draws the eye, but she is drawn nonetheless. She notes the odd way in which the shadows react to her with faint curiosity. A small hint of her once exuberant inquisitiveness.

Once she stands before the mare, she isn’t quite sure why she had made the decision to approach. Tilting her small head slightly, she gazes at her with an uncommon frankness.

Hello.

there's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye

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