[private] if it takes all night

[Risa]

Risa is lost in the rhythm of her breathing, lost in the emptiness of her thoughts and (seemingly) the world around her. She could wander anywhere in this darkness and never know where she is, she thinks. But she supposes that might be true even if the sun was blazing overhead. Surely, the world has changed a little since she has last been to it. Although it startles her into awareness of her surroundings, it takes Risa a moment to realize she’s being addressed by the voice. She turns to see a young filly and even in the darkness, Risa can make out the stars that adorn the girl. They are so strange to her, this mare that had grown up in a very different Beqanna - when odd colours were more or less non-existant. She certainly could not remember having ever met any, her entire family was shades of grey or brown. And the girl is looking for her purple father? Risa finds that she cannot even imagine what a purple horse would look like so surely if she had seen him, he would have stood out. “No I’m sorry, I haven’t.” Her voice is thin and ghostly still though her body is solid. Maybe there are some things you just don’t get back. Whatever she might have sounded like in her last life has been lost to time.

@[sigrid]