Melinoë
Just as time seemed odd, the mortals who roamed that plain also held a peculiarity. Though, and she regularly caught herself forgetting this, not all who lived there would fall into her father's realm. Life had proven itself to be a complexity and, though most did not share the same lineage that she did, there were many who were endless. That, however, was not the only aspect of life that continued to surprise her. Grown used to the appearance of death, the full opacity of existence remained startling.
The chestnut mare was one such feature that took Melinoë by surprise. The dark mare had never considered herself to be ugly, but she paled next to the stranger. Her beauty reached into Mel's chest and pulled her tight, making it hard for her to breathe. More beautiful than the goddess of love herself, Melinoë felt completely enraptured at the sight of her.
Taking a step forward, she tilted her head in consideration of her. Perhaps, she had been blessed by the gods - or was a child of one just as she was. Eyes narrowed Melinoë set aside her hesitations and approached the stranger.
"Good afternoon," she ventured bravely.
It was not in her nature to be the first to approach a stranger. She preferred the silence of her thoughts to the lulls conversation often provided. A touch antisocial, thanks to her years spend playing with ghosts, it was a mental stretch for her to date her curiosity.
Peracles
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