show them the joy and the pain and the ending
Life so easily becomes lost in the daily humdrum of activity. Even she is no exception. But it is boring, incredibly so. Without her unique sight to guide her, it had been so easy to lose focus. So easy to fall into the pit of endless days and nights that await those who have lost their purpose.
And she had, for a time. With almost nothing of what had once been her left to this world, it had been so easy to fall quietly into obscurity. But no longer. She has never been one to sit easily upon her laurels, and certainly this past year has been unsettling and disquieting in ways she had never expected.
For one, she had learned far more about herself than she had ever wished to. Certainly she had always known her mind, but this had been different than her happy youth, her years as queen in a far distant and foreign land, and the subsequent fall of Beqanna as they all had known it. This had been much too… reflective.
She is not kind nor good (though neither has she ever stooped to terrible or true evil). This does not bother her. No, what bothers her is the lack of knowledge. Once she had been all seeing, she had known every piece of these lands so intimately. Now she is simply mundane, a creature no different from the foxes upon the ground (if perhaps a little longer lived).
She is nigh on indistinguishable from the rest of those in this large, grass-strewn field. Though rather slight of build, she is neither tall nor short. Not hideous but certainly no beauty. She is too angular to be truly pretty. Her coat is a lovely shade of roan though, the blue coloring splashed with white. Her eyes though, those are uniquely startling, a pure, crystalline blue with stories shimmering in their depths.
All in all, however, nothing too terribly exciting. Still, she is here, seeking, waiting. A resident of the field until convinced otherwise.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts
I know I did this before, but since it's been ages, let's try this again