The trip home is easy - just crossing a single border that’s even virtually nonexistent these days - but the mental transference is huge. She ends up in Nerine’s south-west corner, where it is nearly Taiga; a collection of pine trees near the sea, a little island barely visible in the distance. More inward the Nerinian forest, the white and pink mare goes. She almost tiptoes, nearing a place of memory - her mother had retreated here often, before both her parents had left Beqanna. Only one came back, and she’d never dared to ask what transcribed.
But the loss is catching up to her, and she starts to wonder if perhaps she should have asked for a memory loss instead.
Shaking her metallic-gleaming crest, Eurwen dismisses the idea. That would only make it worse, for she would have to lose memories tied to the rest of her family as well. And look how it had turned out for her mother. No, that was a bad idea... if only she could clear her head though. She now felt like falling, succumbing to a weight she had carried for longer than she dared to imagine.
Standing in the clearing that she imagined smelled of her (the scents were long gone, of course, but the memory of smell is strong), she closes her eyes and takes a deep, shuddering breath. Her sides expand and sink again, and the spotted mare for a moment imagines the touch of her forelock, the voice of her mother. I wish you hadn’t run off, or at least told your father or I what was happening. A lifetime ago.
@[lilliana]