It was dark and cold.
There was little else on the fiery mare's mind as she made her way through the empty fields of frost and snow, golden hues focused flatly on the neverending sea of stars in the distance, though there was no enthusiasm, no admiration of the natural beauty in her gaze. She was afraid to let her mind wander, to think about her desolate mother, her estranged brothers- the thoughts did not herald happy feelings as she wished; as she felt many times that they should.
A soft sigh escaped the confines of her lungs, releasing a puff of steam into the cold night air, and ebon' feathered, crimson-tipped wings twitched absently in their desire to unfold, to soar the skies without a care in the world, as her mother had once told her was her escape. But not anymore. Not since...
Cursing lowly as her mind ran away from her again, Cetra redirected her attention to the snow beneath her hooves, to the imprints left behind by her labored steps. There was nothing good that would come of thinking about it, so it was best simply to forget it. Mako would return soon, Canaan would not abandon his family completely, and Belial... Belial would remain as he always was.
A growl of frustation escaped her throat at the realization that they were back on her mind again, and she shook her head in adamant refusal of the concept. Tonight, she would forget. Tonight, just for tonight... she would pretend that nothing was wrong, that life was not as unfair as she had always thought it to be.
