There she is, a black raven among white doves. The heat of the sun broils her deep roaned coat, slimmed out for summer. Since finding refuge in Hyaline, her figure had certainly toned. No longer is she the starving sack of bones that Kagerus had rescued all those months ago—she is now developing into a living creature.
The water greets her dried hooves with a soothing cool temperature, her neck lowering to feed the thirst that her dry throat craves. Her wings are tucked neatly to her side, once served as a security blanket but now seemed to be more of a nuisance.
Her eyes settle down stream on a few equines frolicking in the water, young and mischievous. Her stomach flops as she flashes back to when she was that age, more malnourished than ever before with patches of bald skin. There had been no fun, no playing, no socializing.
Surviving. That was all it was.
Her throat tightens, shifting her attention to the stranger across the water. Seeing as the mare—elegant, clean—also lowered her head into the water. Brine feels herself instinctively judging every curve and hair, feeling instantly compared. Females here were so much more.
More as in clean, healthy, polite, kind… Something Brine had never related herself to.
Not until recently, and even then, it felt alien to look at her reflection below.
It isn’t until she hears the light snap of a twig that her attention falls behind her to the shadows of the treeline.
Brine
find yourself, then come find me
@[bruise]