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[Zephyr]

The mare's ivory mane fell in front of her face. The warmth of Krigare's body was comforting; she couldn't stop thinking about it. Was it because she had never had warmth from anybody in her life? Memories began to flood back like photographs. They were bright and out of focus; the colors were muted and distant. There was only one point in time she had been able to see; although it was incredibly blurry, she could still make out shapes and colors. Her heart raced as she remembered it. 
 
From the time she was born, she was shunned. Beaten down by her father, ignored my her mother, teased and tortured by other foals...all because of the eyes she had been given. The defect had caused her a life of defeat and abandonment. Her mother had taken one look at her, and it was over...Zephyr was better off dead. The name was given to her as a cruel joke - a soft, gentle breeze it meant. The breeze people crave in the heat of summer, the breeze the blows beautiful scents through the air, the breeze people long for...but, who could want her? She was nothing like her name suggested...to everyone, she was worthless. 

Zephyr was barely listening to was Krigare had said. He had asked how long she'd been here, and why she didn't think of Tephra as her home.  

Because I don't belong here... The anxiety coursed through her like a raging sea, swallowing her whole and threatening to drown her. This couldn't last...could it? This feeling...the tranquility of being here with him...

"I've been here for a few days," She spoke, trying to mask her feelings. "I just...I guess I just never really thought it would be a good idea...you know, with the volcano and all." The lie was written in her voice. She could've stayed...she could've called out to the leaders, let them come talk to her, let them lead her around and keep her safe - but the fear of rejection was too much to handle.