Emelia had come and gone just as the leafy greens do in the Tundra. The snow had taken her away, far away into the very heights of the mountains that surrounded the kingdom. Peace is what she found within the mountains. The very beast, tall and grand in all their glory, comforted her troubling and chaotic soul. It reminded her of her father and their many days upon the very peak of her once home – the Dale.
She could stay up there forever if she could. However, Emelia knew she had to return to a civilized world eventually. It has been years since she came down from the mountains, not since her sweet Ianto had disappeared from this world. She knows nothing of his whereabouts. And it made her heartache when she left. He was the one that made her life a little bit easier, a little bit of hope to grasp onto when her world came crashing down on her. Their son had been her light. He stayed with her in the mountains a couple years ago, but Emelia could have never kept him at her side forever. He was meant for great things – things she hopes have turned alright for him.
But this time she couldn’t stay up in the mountains.
The snow is heavy today, a storm brewing strong within the kingdom. It covers the land in a blanket of white, blinding your vision, and creating your destruction. This land was troubling and lethal but she endured the obstacles that came with it. It is her home, this bachelor kingdom. While it was not an ideal place for most, it was her peace, her sanctuary. It made her strong again.
There was something comforting she finds in the cold; a warm hand wrapped around her like a tight blanket and bright blazing fire keeping her world. She feels safe here in the frozen wasteland – far away from the world and the wickedness it holds. It was what she had always wanted in the end from her tragic memory. This land gave her peace and finally put back the empty hole in her heart.
She pushes forward through the snowdrifts, the snowflakes blinding her vision to see what lay ahead of her. The winged mare does not shiver in the cold; her coat by this time has adapted to never thin to a summer coat. She wears a thick coat almost year around despite when spring and summer decides to grace their presence in the Tundra. Emelia does not know where she does, but only that she cannot stay within the mountains anymore.
“Hello?” she calls out (her voice is raspy and hard from disuse for so many months) when she sees a figure of another in the distances. The snow blinds her, but she knows that there is someone out there. But who is it. Emelia moves forward, closer to where she believes she saw the other horse.