I'm not quite sure I know what I'm doing; Set, Tatter, any

[Nera]

The butterflies in my stomach float up to my lips as the corners rise, then lower, then rise again. I saw my black and white magician come to me, his hooves falling on the pine needles that have been crushed into the soft ground. Spring was causing everything to have a certain level of moisture, and my ankles were covered in mud, despite my efforts to stay clean. No decorations adorned my mane and head. My travels had not allowed much time for worrying about my appearance as I once did. With no kingdom to rule, with no knowledge of those around me, there was less of a purpose of appearing as regal as I am. I became nobody, a sponge that soaked up the interactions around me. I learned while experiencing the general restlessness of the immortals. But clearly this place was feeling some level of restlessness and so Set appeared before me. His tone lacked the abrasiveness I was worried I might encounter. Instead, he was inquisitive, and I found that highly enjoyable. I slowly reached out, my neck extending while I breathed in his scent. “Yes, for now. Did you miss me?” with love and blood, nera---------------------------------------------