[open] follow the sun - any

[Chasity]

She was the daughter of two star-crossed lovers. Her father was lost in a sea of darkness, and her mother drowned in his waves of despair. 

She was a twin. Her brother frightened her. The voices in his head drove him from his family and soon, she never saw him again.

And despite the dark world she was born into—Chasity danced.

She survived in the sanctuary of her own mind, created a world of magic and child-like wonder. She danced with the butterflies, sang with the bluebirds as they chirruped their honey-sweet tune. She whispered to the oak trees and listened to their ancient tales of years past. She was made of stardust and dreams. She believed, and thus she thrived. 

She found a home. There, she grew from a lanky legged child of neglect into a beautiful mare.  She was a butterfly goddess, with a crown of daisies atop her head. She danced through life, rose petals thread through the silken strands of her mane.  

One day, she found love.

It was the most beautiful love the world could know; his heart and hers irrevocably entwined. And while her dear one held her close, she birthed two perfect children under the shimmering stars. 

She was a Queen, some many moons ago. She channelled the magic of the Dazzling Waterfalls and it flowed through her veins. She ruled with all the strength and kindness that she had to give. And when she surrendered her crown, she held her lover’s hand and together they danced away into the sunset.
Chasity lived a fulfilling life, of friends and family and laughter.

She was gentle and wise.

She was kind.

She was.

She is…

She is in a forest. She has not been here before, yet it feels familiar. The way the trees whisper; the sound of the birdsong. She imagines that she can feel invisible threads of magic woven through the earth and the sky, binding her once again to the land and the trees and the creatures that thrive within it. Beqanna. It has called her home.

Her heart begins to flutter, though she treads with caution, for she knows this is not the land that she left behind. It is different, somehow. Changed.  

How did she get here?

Her thoughts bend and blur as she struggles to recall.  

She does not know how long it has been since she last walked the travel-worn paths of Beqanna. Timelines swirl in her mind. All she knows is that she is here, now, and oh the forest is beautiful. She gazes at the shades of green in the canopy above and her hesitation gives way to a smile.   

Beqanna.

A new chapter in her fairytale. 

[Ygritte]

BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE

Perhaps maybe...just maybe there is something left to enjoy in a world filled with poison and malicious integrity.

Was Beqanna a cesspool that had plagued  their memories and their bodies? No. It was easy to see. The Dazzling Falls, a land of time lost, was rested and slept in the memories and hearts of the ancients like herself. It wove it's history with thick and wet roots into her heart and bones so it may never leave. Sh still breathed the frosted plumes of winters past, incantations woven from tinted lips.

The mare knows she has been gifted. Her blood is of Texas and Nativity, magicians and weavers of secrets. They are even older than the bay and salmon pointed mare. Their legacies are carved into the limestone and bark of Beqanna but even with time, the words can be eroded away. Ygritte remembers when the world split and fell to dereliction. The Falls was no more and she and Kreios forged a world with the residents of loyal and lost equines. She had spoken words of strength..she stood by her king...Sylva would be it her greatest accomplishment.

But here...now in the forest...she is blessed to retain her youthfulness of her early marehood so she may remain eternally beautiful but Ygritte wants to do more. It was easy to walk into a land, proclaim her royalty, simply easy...but she wants more. There are others here. Their joints creak and pop with age where sinewy tendons were once supple, Ygritte gives a soft blessing under her breath that she has been enchanted.

A small spring drizzle has left the earth fragrant and enticing as Ygritte picks her way through the slender deer path. She could feel the bloom of hope warming her breast and a smile putting at the edges of her salmon tinged lips. There was hope her.

And yet, just ahead is the smell of another equine...womanly in nature. A short call is offered in greeting as the caramel woman continues her strike, her left eye watching closely with it's smooth honey iris. There was not much Ygritte feared in this world anymore.

Ygritte.

((its short! forgive me <3 also maybe this is a good way to get your gal updated))

[Chasity]

The soft thudding of hoof against earth draws Chasity’s attention from the rich greenery to the path before her. A horse approaches, a mare, her unusual salmon coloured mane celebrated by the dappled light peering through the trees. She is beautiful. Young, though as she comes closer Chasity wonders if there may be some deeper wisdom reflected in her honey-brown eyes.

“Hello, friend,” Chasity calls to her with a smile.

Once, she spent many hours and days travelling between kingdoms and lands. Befriending strangers was a frequent joy along the way. She realises now the beaten paths are still mapped in her mind, each turn, every border.

Field to Meadow.

Meadow to ‘Falls.

The waterfalls. Her heart leaps as her old kingdom steals into her mind.

She thought she would never see them again. When she and her lover took to the horizon, she knew in her heart that they never intended to return. And yet (her head gives a sharp ache as she tries to reach through the swirling blur of recent memory) here she is. So close.

She wonders what became of the kingdom when she left Nikkai on the throne. War was looming, then. How long has it been? Are they safe?

Please be safe.

If only she could know now, who is standing before her.

Tiredness suddenly crawls under her skin and her smile falters slightly. She becomes conscious of her mortality; her bones are weary, a subtle ache in her hips. Time may have become foreign to her, but she knows she is no longer young. Her lips tingle with thirst. She feels that she has been travelling for some time (but from where? —and why?) and by goodness, she hopes her old kingdom is not far.

“I wonder if you could help me…” she begins.

Perhaps she ought to be more cautious. She learned over the years that not all who walk these paths are kind. But she cannot hold back her next words, so filled with anticipation and longing that it spills from the edges.

“I think I may be lost. Are the Dazzling Waterfalls near?”

And so the world holds its breath, for this beautiful stranger has the power to make Chasity’s hope crumble.




OOC: <3 perfect opportunity!!