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[Bardot]

Bardot

I know what sin is

If only she had stayed in the redwoods. She hadn’t. After ghosting the woods of mist for so long, the pull for some sort of companionship (the need to do something) finally outweighs her desire to wait and see. The little unicorn leaves the safety of the fog only a few days before a certain trio arrives in it. Fate or chance? It was left to be seen. It is Nerine that she travels to, curious if the land was as quiet as the one she had come from. It interested her, this place that had once held the last of the Amazonians and that her dearly departed mother had spoken fondly of. If it hadn’t been for Yanhau, she might have come to the granite cliffs long before she had gone to Taiga. Liz had shared with her the stories of Nayl and her time in Nerine including what had happened to her when she had been pregnant with her brother. How Obscene’s father and Nayl had destroyed part of Sylva to free her from a family member that she didn’t like speaking of. It had only further peaked her interest, had made a mental checkpoint to discovery the history herself. Then the South had fallen and other things had taken priority, the thought of traveling shoved to the back of her mind. Now, she has nothing but time. Once again completely on her own with no ties to anywhere or anyone. Beneath her thick winter coat, she can feel the cold seeping into her bones from the persistent rain that covers the Kingdom in a gray haze. Golden eyes take in the new surroundings with interest, picking her way carefully through the silvery sand and then through the boggy moors and wonders how on earth her mother had come to love this place. It’s so open, so exposed. How had the Amazonians of the jungle come to call this place home? The more she travels through the territory, the better she comes to understand exactly what they had seen in this place. There is a wild beauty to Nerine that does, in a strange way, remind her of the untamed jungle. And that’s what it is, this place is untamed. Free. By the time she rises over a cliff, hooves striking against the granite as she comes to settle and observe the view, and sees the ocean spread wide in front of her… She smiles. No wonder Tantalize had liked it here. She gets it now.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;

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