08-22-2021, 06:55 PM
ISRAFEL
Once, Israfel had to convince herself to leave this forest - it had taken so long to get up the courage and finally she had been drawn out with the help of a friend. Someone who had grown to mean quite a lot to her because of it.
And now she stands before the trees and is trying to convince herself to go back in. Not forever, she just wants to know - wants to confirm the growing thought that she wants to be in Nerine. Where the moors rarely offer enough shadows that she turns invisible and she can remain her golden self, where she isn’t simply a ghost waiting for her life to begin like the filly that had grown accustomed to the shadows that sheltered her.
The hesitation that this young mare feels when she stands before her former home, unwilling to go inside of it, should be enough of a sign - shouldn’t it? She finds her eyes drifting to the nearby water, where they had confirmed she didn’t camouflage with everything - just shadows. And her mind drifts back to the path that would take her back to the oceanside land where she could stay in the open for the rest of her days.
Israfel gives the autumn-coloured trees a small smile as she takes a step backwards, away from them and the anonymity that disappearing into them would give her. She’s grown to like the way the sunlight catches on her metallic coat, as it does now, and she does not want to give it up.
And now she stands before the trees and is trying to convince herself to go back in. Not forever, she just wants to know - wants to confirm the growing thought that she wants to be in Nerine. Where the moors rarely offer enough shadows that she turns invisible and she can remain her golden self, where she isn’t simply a ghost waiting for her life to begin like the filly that had grown accustomed to the shadows that sheltered her.
The hesitation that this young mare feels when she stands before her former home, unwilling to go inside of it, should be enough of a sign - shouldn’t it? She finds her eyes drifting to the nearby water, where they had confirmed she didn’t camouflage with everything - just shadows. And her mind drifts back to the path that would take her back to the oceanside land where she could stay in the open for the rest of her days.
Israfel gives the autumn-coloured trees a small smile as she takes a step backwards, away from them and the anonymity that disappearing into them would give her. She’s grown to like the way the sunlight catches on her metallic coat, as it does now, and she does not want to give it up.
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