it's a guarantee that he won't forget me.
my body little, my soul heavy.
Stuck in her head, way up in clouds, as per usual. Though one could not call her distance “in the clouds,” could they? Naia is drifting like a haunt through her own personal hell. Having exhausted all of her resources, she droops: head low, neck tense, ears dipping forward in a solemn way that morbidly resembles a puppy.
“I wish I was in the clouds,” she whispers fervently to herself, tucking her nose to her shoulder and shutting her eyes against the tears that want to flood. The girl finds herself thinking of death far too much these days.
She remembers thinking about launching herself from a Nerinian cliff.
She remembers how later she stood on the cliff’s edge with gasping breathe and heaving chest.
She wishes she could wipe her brain clean.
Wandering is simply all she does now - restless within and without Nerine. Perhaps one day she will face the music, ask her father for a repaired relationship, get to know his new wife and kids. The girl gulps, untucking her nose and continuing her slow, aimless walk.
The scent of another draws Naia’s head to a more energetic height. She glances around her, spotting a pinkish gray creature lingering amongst the trees. Her first thought is to turn away, but - like always - the idea of turning around makes her nauseous. Besides, the mare has probably already caught wind of the approaching appaloosa. A hissing sigh forces it way between teeth she did not realize were clenched.
“Hello,” she murmurs upon approach, quickly realizing the other is hairless and almost as somber. “Didn’t mean to bother you,” follows quickly.
@[Scorch]