If am lost, I am lost on purpose.
Somewhere, there is a family that Alaska could claim as her own.
Somewhere, there is an anchor that might keep her moored, that might help her find the gravity within the harbor and the joy of knowing a semblance of stability—but she has no desire to find it. She flew away at a young age (out of curiosity and not spite) and has not bothered to trace her steps back. The only thing that looks like family now is Wolfbane and he is as volatile as she feels, flitting in and out of her life.
It leaves her wild and untamed, set adrift in a sea whose temper matches her own.
There is not cruelty in her heart, but there is a wildness and she doesn’t seek to dim it. Instead, when the other colt comes to her, kind and quiet, she turns to meet him with the brightness of her golden eyes. She watches him with that too-sharp gaze, studying him briefly but intently before turning her attention back to the river that roars next to them. There are places of it, she knows, where it grows quiet and placid—
but these are not the places that draw her forward.
“It’s more than that,” she corrects, feeling her pulse thrum in her chest, in her throat. She takes a step forward and then another, feeling the slickness of the riverbank as she nearly slides down into it. “It’s wild and that is so much more,” she calls over her shoulder as the water begins to splash up against her chest. It darkens her to crushed gold and she finds she likes it so much that she shudders and lets the color slowly seep throughout her, bleeding over the white of her coat until there is nothing but gold and the crimson of her unnaturally long mane and tail as they stick to her neck and her legs.
She moves further into the rapids, feeling the tide pull her, and she frowns slightly with concentration as she makes herself heavier, giving herself feet that sink into the mud and cling to the bottom.
When she is certain that she is steady, when the river runs around and over her back but not through her, she glances back over her shoulder, wondering if he too feels the need to find the edge of the world.
@[gulliver]