Show them the joy and the pain and the ending (Any)

[Carwyn]

Carwyn

Folded wings into flattening veins and fluttering eyes

It is true that she can’t see the other mare at first, beyond a dark shape in the mouth of the cave, but it doesn’t bother Carwyn as much as it might others; she is very capable of defending herself, and she does not feel threatened easily. Still, it is slightly uncomfortable for her to be on the ground with the stranger standing, and so she climbs as gracefully as she can to her feet while her eyes adjust, tucking her still damp wings in close to her sides, careful to stay in her own space as she listens to the other mare.

“No, I haven’t,” she answers the first question, still with only a vague impression of another mare similar in size to herself. “I arrived just this summer. My family and I had been homeless since the Reckoning, and grandfather finally decided he was tired of being a nomad.” A smile flickers across Carwyn’s face, fond but also somewhat exasperated. She was content to wander with her grandfather and her sister, but she had not been as lost as he. The Tundra, while it had been home, had not meant as much to Carwyn.

“And yourself? Have you lived here long?” Finally she can see better, and is amused by how similar the face looking back at her is to her own reflection. The other mare is also a blue roan with white splashed on her body and blue eyes, though she lacks the wings that sprout from Carwyn’s withers. The part of her that is her mother’s daughter wonders for a moment if they could be related, somehow, another sibling that Kellyn hadn’t bothered to tell them about or one on her father’s side…but she quickly dismisses the thought. Her father was long dead even before her conception, and she knows from her grandfather’s sad stories that Sorenson had no children before he passed. And the idea of Kellyn keeping a child from Brennen and her older two daughters is ridiculous – it would suggest that she had raised it herself, and Carwyn knows all too well that her mother is not the least bit parental.

Somewhere my lifeline still hums and sings
In the mess of all I have thrown away

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