She'd followed the sunshine for years, watched it rise up with it's tangerine wings, it's paling light, glorious and vivid, she blinded herself everyday and come moonrise, she'd fade into the darkness, her eyes closed, her mind empty. She'd missed Beqanna's sunlit touch, she mostly missed the Tundra, she missed Viento, her grandfather, she missed Starhart, her adopted grandmother. she missed lots of things, but mostly she missed the feeling of the sun on her back, the glorious sunny wings. She never did find her mother, the winged mare, the beautiful creature she was stolen from at birth. Her scarred neck never really healed a great deal, where ivory met ebony, she was disfigured, hard flesh raised and grey, an ugly stain upon such a mottled coat. She was greying now in age, but in mind she was still young, carefree, innocent.
The years had not been kind to her, they had been long and tedious, she'd been alone, she wandered great widths of Beqanna, in search of the winged mare, her pale skin like an angel, her wings the same. She also never found the mare that had done this to her, Viento had told her in a kind, warm tone that it was hr grandmother's doing, that he would have vengeance one day. But Lirel did not acknowledge his words, to Viento, Amnesia was dead. But Lirel was sure she was alive, somewhere, anywhere.
Her years of wandering finally brought her to a wonderful little seaside place, her ash hooves slipping easily through the sand, her long monochrome mane grown unkempt and past her knees, she had feathers what she guessed came from her father, a mixture of her mother. She never truly looked at herself anymore than some black and white portrait, left on the wall, dusty and worn. Lirel was a sunlight child, optimistic and bright in a world so grey, but she also was plagued with flashbacks of blood red and black. Her little heart had grown but sadly nothing filled it, except the sun, the sun's loving touch on her cold skin.
This sandy beach was a sun trap, and the piebald mare finally fell to her knees. In exhaustion, in defeat, she wasn't sure. but her knees buckled as soon as she hit the shoals. her feet gave way beneath her and she rolled on her side where she stayed, letting the low waves lap at her, it was cold, still the early spring brought ice with the waters, but it was refreshing, she felt the sun bright against her, as she whispered, a low song, an angel's words in a quaint serenade.
"Sun bright, sun light, rays so warm you brighten my life. Eyes so blinded by the rays, I cannot help but escape."
Always some sort of riddle, some vacant rhyme, she was never knowing she did it most of the time, but her head lay on the soft sand and her breathing became shallow, as if she weren't breathing at all.
The poor mare was as slow as a snail in a race, her eyes so blinded, her mind jaded, dreaming fairytale dreams in such a nightmarish world. Lirel didn't know just what would come of her here in Beqanna, anymore. Let alone laying in a land that she guessed was unoccupied, or occupied. the piebald mare did not see many, did not see any when her hooves touched the sand, but her daydream green eyes were closed, her heart singing the same song as her shallow voice.
"I'll never find you, oh angel winged one. I'll never find the warmth, your summer's touch."
Lirel
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