RosenKreuz had been dispatched to the region where the fire had burn its way through. Life was starting to return to the forest but it was easy to see the great loss that had occurred. Rosen visited the area often as the ambassador for Fiamma Eterna. The herd was offering out assistance to anyone that needed it. The mare had been on another tour around the region speaking with horses. But now that she has been here for almost a week the mare was tired and ready to go home.
The mare took in a deep breath the air still held a tinge scent of burning. She went over the list in her head of the horses that she would need to send in for assistance. The needs now were smaller then back when the fire first started. It was hard to experience; she now understood why Lutra only let certain horses go. Her mother Crusnik was the first on the list. Rosen understood the need for horses like her mother and even herself more because of this tragic incident. Crusnik was born with a lack of emotion, something that Rosen had semi inherited. Rosen still felt emotion but it was a strange dull feeling inside her. She knew that she was slightly different from her mother in that sense. It was why they were and a couple others in the herd like them were sent. They were able to perform their jobs without getting caught up in all the emotion of the devastation.
Rosen did feel a sense of accomplishment for those long days that followed. She was able to help lost souls join the flame and help lost horses and two legs find where they needed to be. It was unfortunate that such an event had to occur for her to come to realization that she was exactly where she wanted and needed to be. The white based mare lifted her head as she walked, the decrepit forest at her back her hair flowing in the gentle breeze. As the sun hit high noon the mare was on her way home!
She the forested area she was heading into was in contract. The air smelt fresh and the trees were full, the leaves were changing colors. She let her hooves carried in the direction of home as she took in the sights. She leaned down to adjust the scarf she had been given by her father. Well, it was left behind for her by him, given to her by her mother. When she was younger, she was able to smell his scent on it but not anymore. She wondered if she’d ever smell it again. Sometimes on walks like this, she would imagine what she’d do. Her mother had always spoken good things of him. And Rosen knew Crusnik was still looking out over the horizon waiting for him to come back to her. Her brother received his lantern and vanished in search of him. Rosen refused to be swept away in the idea of her father. She knew he was worthless. If only her mother and brother, where ever he was, could see it too and then life could be... Like it use to be. The three of them.
