[private] I'll show you the road to follow

[Famkee]

The road to deliverance once hung high in the sky, desperate, longing. A desire so out of reach Famkee often wondered if she'd ever get there, fully immerse in the feeling of liberation. Something that lit her soul on fire, a drive that kept her grounded, safe. That security she began to find in the smallest of things, hoping that one day the bigger things would show their face. But what did those things look like, feel like? She never even tried, too misplaced inside her own pain to discover the present. Comfortably numb. Perhaps she found salvation within stupefied feelings, but with her gift (thoughtfully ironic) bestowed by the sprites Famkee can't help but to witness her numbness dissipate, piece by piece. A frightful journey for a warrior on the outside, yet a fragile teetering conscience wilted on the inside. 

Summer's welcoming heat cast it's rays into her golden hide, she nearly glowed if it weren't for her darker points. Her favorite time of the year, grasses in full bloom, the healthy swell of the river, the songbirds flittering about the meadow put a smile on the edges of her mouth. She always seemed to find her way back to the meadow, it called to her in ways she didn't quite understand. Was it to find a familiar face? Or perhaps it brought a sought after relaxation, something the soldier fiercely craved wether she knew it or not. She hadn't explored the entirety of what Beqanna had to offer, yet flashes of unknown lands plagued her mind every now and again, unsure of what it meant, or why she was shown them. Clairvoyance deemed upon a mythical being seemed fitting, but to Famkee, it only hindered her sense of reality. Surely she would make sense of her gift in due time, but for now she struggled to pick up the pieces that continued to fall at her feet.

The glimmering river whispers her name as she nears, the clear water tempts her so as the humidity begins to simmer into her hide. She didn't expect to find another face here, one of her ears tilts to the side at the sound of breathing, barely heard over the swirling creek. The normally quiet, hidden soldier decided to take her chances in the open today, unfortunately granting her with potential social interactions, something the horned mare typically loathed. Yet, there he is, peacefully snoozing beneath a tree. But not just anyone, she knew that face, serene in the depths of his slumber. The venerability was almost sweet, watching with, was it amusement? Curiosity? She always found him when she felt like she needed him most, though she doesn't know if she could call him a friend, more of an acquaintance, it didn't stop the excitement from crawling it's way into her chest. Pleasantly surprised, Famkee's thoughts intrusive as they may be, she couldn't help herself as she quietly approaches the water, only to take the liberty of splashing him with a flick of her hoof. She intended for a few drops to land on the snoozing stallion, but she managed to drench him a bit more than she wanted. She stood over him, thick bodice, the brief sheepish widening of her eyes was quickly drowned out by mischief curling her lips, trickling it's way into her gaze, though she froze in awaiting his response. Her voice was melodic, hopefully falling familiar into his ears. "Assailant."        

Split your tongue;eat your words

Famkee

@assailant 
this is terribly late oof