The sun brings forth so much, and yet, she feels nothing.

She doesn't feel the warmth of its rays deep down in her ancient bones, doesn't rejoice in the joy that a new sunrise brings. It is simply another thing that is, the marking of another day and nothing more. Once, maybe, she had turned an eager face towards the sky. Back when she had been young and naive, a child born in that peaceful place they had called Heavens Gates.

The sunlight had never welcomed her, though. Not the way the moonlight did. It had tried to tame her, but wolves were not so easily tamed.

The moonlight spoke to those darker places in her soul, that wild and feral thing curled deep inside of her. Maybe it was a fault in her bloodline, or maybe the land itself had thrust her into the darkness. She hadn't resisted though, didn't even try. She leaned into it, cat like, purring at the silver and shadows. She had even become queen of it, once upon a time. It was her home in a way that Heaven had never been. The darkness belonged to her, and she to it.

But the sunlight had woken her, and she greeted it with a scowl and a huff. It would do no good to try and avoid it. She blinked quickly, her blue eyes scanning over the meadow before landing on a creature that was decidedly NOT horse. Horse sized, perhaps, but otherwise not. Fear had left her years ago; it was hard to forget a time when she was the fiercest thing in the forest. But she does approach slowly, her wings tucked tightly to her sides. "I didn't know the meadow had a guardian. Impressive." she says, her voice tapping not at his ears but into his mind.

with love,
topsail