ryatah
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way to the graveyard
I would have followed all the way to the graveyard
She would never grow tired of finding those from the past; relics that made it easy to cling to nostalgia, just another reason for so many of her old wounds to never fully heal. She has never been very good at moving on from anything, and it showed in her willingness to make so many of the same choices (she was hesitant to call them mistakes, most of the time; mistakes hinted at regret, and rarely did she pause long enough for the regret to catch up to her) again and again. Chasity was another link to a time she frequently wished she could get back – or at least, she used to.
“I miss a lot of things,” she agrees as they pass through the dapples of shadow and sunlight, and there is a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. “I miss the valley, mostly.” Here she casts her companion a sideways glance, searching for the confusion that statement was often met with. “Many forget I originally lived in the valley, and not the dale. The dale was beautiful, and it shaped so much of me – but it wasn’t home.” There is a twinge inside of her chest as there always is when she thinks of the valley, but she won’t admit it is partially because her most recent memory of the lost kingdom was being tangled with Carnage in the illusion of it that he created. She won’t say that maybe she likes that version best.
“The new kingdoms aren’t too bad, though. But they will never be what we had before. Once I learned to accept that, it made it easier.” Truthfully, it mattered little to her what any of the kingdoms did. She had lost interest in political affairs long ago, and though she could still play the role of diplomat if it was asked of her, it wasn’t her ideal way of passing the time. “How have you been, Chasity?” She asks, casting her a cautious glance. She knows the other mare has been gone a long time, and she is not sure if that time spent has been kind to her. Ryatah knew all too well how strange and cruel life – and death – could be, and she also knew not everyone found it as unusually exhilarating as she did.
“I miss a lot of things,” she agrees as they pass through the dapples of shadow and sunlight, and there is a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. “I miss the valley, mostly.” Here she casts her companion a sideways glance, searching for the confusion that statement was often met with. “Many forget I originally lived in the valley, and not the dale. The dale was beautiful, and it shaped so much of me – but it wasn’t home.” There is a twinge inside of her chest as there always is when she thinks of the valley, but she won’t admit it is partially because her most recent memory of the lost kingdom was being tangled with Carnage in the illusion of it that he created. She won’t say that maybe she likes that version best.
“The new kingdoms aren’t too bad, though. But they will never be what we had before. Once I learned to accept that, it made it easier.” Truthfully, it mattered little to her what any of the kingdoms did. She had lost interest in political affairs long ago, and though she could still play the role of diplomat if it was asked of her, it wasn’t her ideal way of passing the time. “How have you been, Chasity?” She asks, casting her a cautious glance. She knows the other mare has been gone a long time, and she is not sure if that time spent has been kind to her. Ryatah knew all too well how strange and cruel life – and death – could be, and she also knew not everyone found it as unusually exhilarating as she did.