It feels good to stretch her legs after a week cooped up like a fox in her den. Solace's muscles are still a little stiff as she wanders sleepily into the sunlight at her wife's side, pressing kisses to her shoulder as they make their way towards better grazing. Even if dreaming provided them with a world they created together to explore their every impulse and wish, there was a certain substance to feeling real food in her belly again and the earth below her hooves.
So It doesn't take more than a challenging glance from her lover to convince Solace to indulge in a mad dash across the southern foothills, snow flying, and heart hammering. She trails her wife by a length, even if she could have easily overtaken her on the downhill portions of their run by using her wings, wondering for the one-hundredth time that week how she got so lucky.
The scent they chase is familiar yet takes a moment to recall from her subconsciousness. The last time Solace had seen her half-sibling she had been carrying her first set of children and Wishbone had been barely more than a girl - proud of her sailor's mouth and newfound independence - yet newly made a queen. But it is a different creature Tangerine's daughter spots along the scent lines, at least in appearances. Solace tucks away the initial wash of concern she feels for the health of the young mare, instead focusing on the joy she feels at seeing another figure from her past.
After Kagerus, Solace gives Wishbone her own embrace. It is not quite as hearty as the one given by her Warrior Queen, but it is no less heartfelt. With outstretched wings she pulls her father's daughter close, glad to hold one of her kin (even if only for a moment) in these times of turmoil.
"I hope you have time to stay and rest for a while, Wish" she begins, withdrawing a step back to give the young mare her personal space, "or do we owe this visit to Nerine?"
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was
