The nonsense Mist generally spoke was, as far as she knew or believed, completely true. "As you can see," Mist started, freezing in place as her eyes followed the songbird she often forgot existed, "I am part of the Morning Sky."
She frowned as Shadowed Dawn trilled about, seemingly not paying attention, but she would continue her story despite the small setback of having nobody to listen. "And you know... There are others like me, other parts of the skies." she whispered.
Ah. This had pulled Shadowed Dawn's attention. The bird perched carefully on one of Mist's ears as she plopped herself down into the marsh, paying no heed to her now absolutely filthy coat. "Now you are curious, are you?"
"Myself... Others like me, too... Covered in stars..." Mist found it increasingly difficult to formulate complete sentences while there were so many thoughts rattling around in her mind. "From each sky, as the Swamp ran across it, placing the world in its arms, She pulled a shape."
Mist nodded as Shadowed Dawn trilled in excitement.
"From the morning, from the twilight, from the night and every other hour She was in the sky." A wistful sigh escaped the doe as she wiggled in the marsh, making herself more comfortable. The validity of her story would likely be questioned by anybody with half a brain, but Shadowed Dawn wasn't a bright songbird and generally hung on every word its owner spoke; who was there to question it?
"Caught on the Swamp's tail, most likely. Some of Her fur stayed on the skies and being torn from the Sky broke my other horns off." she tilted her head towards Shadowed Dawn as if the songbird had never seen her single horn before. "Twilight," she whispered the name almost lovingly, "Picked them up and kept them, though."
She frowned, sure there was another sky she had seen but was forgetting.
No matter.
"And so the fallen skies search for the place to return to, the place to call home-" a trill cut Mist off as her companion complained; Mist had a home.
"Probably, anyway." She shook her head, forcing the songbird into the air again and rose off her haunches, shaking the filth from her body. "Now what was I doing?" Prior to telling her story, Mist had been searching for a meal, now forgotten.
She began walking again, unphased and already having additionally forgotten the story she had just told.
