She is more like her family than they’d like to admit.
Titanya is the obtuse embodiment of all the violence the rest of them tried to lock away. While they had crowns and titles to consider, she had only her freedom once she left the mountainland. And freedom allowed her to do whatever she wanted, to be whoever she wanted. She lived for a rush of adrenaline. She thrived on the chaos that her parents tried so hard to control and confine. So what if they denied their true natures? She would forever embrace it.
It came at a high price, though. It came at the cost of her family’s respect and good graces. Her mother didn’t understand how she couldn’t fit into a neat little box for their sake. Ramiel had been king then, of course. There were foes and allies alike to consider. But he never seemed to mind her wildness overmuch. Not as much as their mother claimed he would, anyway. Titanya thinks that a small part of Ramiel envied her, not the part that took her far away from the Dale, but the ability to say exactly what she was thinking at any time - freedom of an entirely different kind.
She’s never been quite able to follow the rules.
But now, in this new place of shifting water and edging forest, she follows decorum. She waits (rather a long time) for the other woman to give her permission to stay before making a movement either way. The blue girl’s eyes watch her for such a spell that she wonders if she’s scared her into absolute silence. Finally, the stranger grants her asylum. Titanya is about to wade into the water herself (already she feels the phantom cool relief it will bring to her sun-soaked skin) when the blue suddenly evacuates.
“Rapture,” she echoes as the mare pulls herself out of the mid-river depths. What a badass name. I wonder if she lives up to it. “You didn’t have to get out on my account.” Her amber eyes watch as the water rolls down the other’s blue sides, almost transfixed by the motion. Rainbows pop into existence around Rapture, painting her ethereally and otherworldly. She realizes she’s staring and looks quickly back at the churning water ahead, the water she had been so determined to get into only moments before. She tries to get back to that place, to that mind-set (wash, rinse, repeat, go forth clear), but it has nearly escaped her.
“Familiar?” Again, she’s echoing. Why the fuck is she repeating everything all of a sudden? Is she a goddamn parrot? Anger flushes her cheeks suddenly, violently. Because she’s sure what the girl will say next. Did you know Tiberios? Do you know you look just like him? And yeah, she’s come here to remind herself of all the bad things, but this isn’t one of them. Not him. Her real father was never meant to be a punishment. The speckle-bellied mare licks her lips once, nervous. She hates to ask, but she does anyway. She can’t help herself – ever. “In what way?”
Titanya
I've got no roots,
but my home was never on the ground
@[Rapture]