Agnieszka
Sunlight bears down on the solid mare’s watercolor stained back, contrasting the cool water lapping at her belly as she stares into all these disinterested faces. The sound of large hooves slowly drawing near over the dusty earth collects Agnieszka’s attention and she angles her head toward a winged stallion. He smells like water, and perhaps the charged air beneath a thunderhead. Her caged companion shifts, like a cat recrossing its paws, but stays put away.
Where are we?
Had she asked Stillwater or Djinni that same question? She cannot remember if she even spoke back then, only what it was to be confused, quivering and bloody somewhere near here. Violet eyes drift away from the stallion and try to pick out the place where the three of them had met. Even though she is mostly alone in her head right now the recollection is imperfect, clouded by the trauma and the years and changes in between. “It’s called Beqanna, and this is a Meadow or a Field. All the creativity in names was spent elsewhere.” Eszka is not usually so wry and is left uncomfortable from having made the weak joke.
He may know this is Beqanna and be hoping for a more specific answer but she can’t explain that she didn’t steer herself here or into this mucky pool. It is a feature of her mental state that she does not have to question the blank places or wonder what happened, she just exists in these vignettes and is shattered enough to think that they are what life is. It is what her few memories look like after all, bits and pieces of preserved emotions.
“Where did you come from?” She’s been asked that before herself, by someone she loved (her ever-present companion snorts, annoyed, but Eszka registers it only as old doubts). Biting her tongue to keep from adding Do you remember?, she moves steadily toward the edge of the misshapen pond and then skirts along the reeds toward the open shore nearest the stallion. Water runs down her limbs and droplets gather and fall from her chest... and so the two of them stand there dripping.
an unequaled gift for disaster
@[Tumult]