A sharp inhale of breath, other than that the young black mare stands frozen. Her ruby eyes are locked on the gray figure of a mare she once knew so well, but who now was a mess distorted memories. The greeting sends a shiver down her spine and although Jinju had searched Reagan out herself, she doesn’t know how to handle the situation now on hand. When she finally speaks, it is as if she’s out of breath. ”Mom.”
The next memory that resurfaces is, ironically, their first first meeting. A warm body offering comfort, kind words and a promise of safety and a place to stay, to belong. Jinju can feel the heat of the gray mare’s body, even though they are still apart. It’s a strange sensation, and once the feeling is gone, something is lacking right away.
Hesitant steps carry her closer towards the emerald magician. Nervously her ears flick around and once again Jinju feels like a child, unsure of herself and all the others in the world. So little and so lonely, confused with what is going on. Just like when Reagan had found her. Another few steps, and she finds herself in the mare’s space. So close, and at the same time so far away as she’s hesitant to make the contact.
She wants the comfort this mare had once offered her. For the last couple of years Reagan hadn’t been part of her life. She hadn’t been there at the time of her first memory, and now Jinju cannot help but to wonder why. What she does know, is that she wants to get to know the gray magician once again. No, not the magician, her mother. A soft snort takes some of the tension away and without more hesitance Jinju tentatively presses her muzzle against Reagan’s neck. ”Mom..” she breaths out softly, her lips curling up into a small smile. ”I used to call you aunt, didn’t I?”
Jinju
“My sun is set to rise again.”