Lethy understands, and that feeling on it’s own is a huge relief. It’s not that Eurwen has troubles with what is, really - it is what isn’t, what’s left behind, that follows her into the night. There are no reasons she can see, nothing to justify what’s wrong in her life, and perhaps that is why she finds it so hard to patch herself up, to deal with life as it is. Of course, somewhere deep down, her rational side will tell her that that is the nature of life, that things aren’t always going the way one hopes or plans. And some things aren’t the way they seem.
Lethy has deal with losses too, the inexplicable disappearance of her mate. She remembers too late how close the other mare must be to falling into a similar pit, how much grief she might unearth. She, dealing with the same thing, she, having dealt with literal monsters, she, who knows almost everything that’s in the earth, should know better.
But her friend surprises her, and for that the pink-dotted mare is thankful. A small, more real smile reaches her eyes, though not her lips, and she nods as the buckskin asks her to walk with her. For a moment, they are silent and there is peace. At first, the Matriarch talks about gifts, and the rose-goldenmaned mare does not entirely follow. She is in no mood to question her however, so she waits for Lethy to get to the point she is making.
Learning to live with change, she says, and Wen swallows hard. Her throat feels dry, and she nods, but the sadness is still in her eyes. She supposes that Izora Lethia has guessed the truth behind her quest, but she is no closer to any solution than she was before - although, perhaps, there is a path in the dark that she can follow. But which route to take, and where would that lead?
She stops, both on her metaphorical crossing as on a real one. Her eyes dart left and right, then back to the unnatural violet of her friend’s. ”But how?” she whispers. ”How do you live with something that is not there?” Her voice is thick, and she’s unsure whether it is sorrow or anger that makes the changes in her throat. She doesn’t think it matters, though. [b]”How do you do it?” she finally follows up. If only there were a simple trick, something to soothe her mind. Is that what Lethy does? Or is it something else?
@[Izora Lethia]