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[Aurboro]

-IF YOU KNOW THE WHY, YOU CAN LIVE ANY HOW-

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History can be defined as the study of the past. However, should you leave the past behind you, can you still be pulled in by the history? The complications of different histories that plague the various souls around her sing out like screams. Each has their own stories, their own shadows, and each define themselves in such interesting ways. The femme pulls herself in, absorbing the land that slumbers before her. The sway of meadow herbs and the morning dew that clings to each stalk tickles her pasterns. Her habit of rising before the sun has not diminished with her excitement of new adventures. Raising her eyes, she watched as the cosmos sparked out of existence, replaced by the cool colors of daybreak. Violets and blues streaked across a clear sky making the viridian land appear crisp and vivid. The time is almost here. Her preferred season of autumn lies just beyond the seas of green leaves and yellow flowers.

Her namesake, her image, her warmth and sense of calm. All takes root during the time between hot days and frozen nights. She could almost taste the sweet fruit that blossoms during the fall, could almost scent the spicy cinnamon bark. She reminisces on those flavors and memories as she takes a step forward. The unfamiliar land is trodden by worn paths and waking strangers. She lingers along a tree line, quietly surveying. Since the time of her home falling into rubble, her sense of loneliness has grown. The death of the elders has shaken the foundations of the nomads, and the troupe had eventually diminished. Families had moved on, and with them the young ones that she had been charged with guiding. Her sense of self had seemed to follow. Who was she if she couldn't teach and protect? She has discovered that she had too much time to loiter and wallow.

And thus, the russet mare had followed suit, saying farewell to the life she knew in favor for new beginnings. It has been some time since she had wandered into unknown territories, and her nerves were starting to show themselves. Flutters cramp her stomach and she flicked her ears back in confusion. She had never been considered apprehensive or shy before. With a flick of her tawny train, she mustered what determination and courage she could, ignoring the burning questions that were her own plague. Can she make new friends? Will she be accepted? Why would anyone want her around?