One thing the old girl had given up trying to comprehend was time. Time passed neither quickly or slowly to an immortal being. It simply made no sense; her parents and children were dead but her great grandmother and great grandfather were alive and well. To her, time was an unending cycle that could only be broken by death. But then, death is just a part of that cycle, isn't it?
But with others so close to her now, she stops to wonder how long it has been since she last exchanged words with another? How long since she had smiled at a friend, laughed with a lover, snarled at an enemy? All the things that make life unique and interesting had been absent from her life for what seemed like an eternity. Sure, she could remember all of these things, but now she fretted that it was possible to become rusty at socializing. She was no longer an Amazonian warrior, a princess, or a mother, a sister or even a friend. What was she? Who was she?
As these thoughts spiral through her mind, a movement on her peripherals catches her attention. The hawk mare is not one to judge, but for the longest time she has been the most unusual thing she had seen. The novelty of the green male before her makes her smile and she momentarily forgets all of the uncertainties that had just clouded her thoughts and moves towards him. She notices the look of anxiety on his face and almost laughs at the fact that the two strangers had been feeling so similarly. Perhaps she was meant to meet this man.
Feathered head bobs in greeting as she approaches him. Shy was never a word that had described Seraphina, and she noticed that perhaps some things had stayed the same as before. A soft smile remains on her lips, making her sharp features a little less intimidating. "Hello" she says softly, her vocal chords unused for an unmeasurable amount of time are slightly raspy, reminiscent of dry leaves ready for a rainstorm. Stopping a polite distance from the male she again shifts her wings and quickly nips at an errant feather. Returning her golden gaze to the green one before her she continues cautiously with "Who might you be?"
Perhaps in times past she might have begun with an introduction: a list of titles and positions used mostly to inflate her overgrown ego. But currently she is unsure of how to proceed. She is rusty after all, and she decides to take the male's lead. That is if he decides that Seraphina, a girl with no titles or lofty positions, is worth talking to.
Seraphina