There was a strong breeze, carrying with it many scents of the world around her. But the two scents that mattered the most to Sadiradra were not among them. Not even the faint impression of their having passed this way, either alone or together. She feared the results of the fall if it didn't damage their memories. What kind of panic her mother would get into upon seeing she was not with them. The old pain that still traveled around with them, weighing them down to the past. Sadi would try to live up to the memory, but it was never enough. She could not be all that they required. All that they missed.
That the two older Stars had fallen she was positive about. And before her, for she had checked on their prison as she often did and did not see them. The talk of falling Stars had reached her before than. As there was no way for them to escape the prison, that was the only explanation. It was fortunate that she soon followed them. It gave her the perfect chance to look in on them closer. All those years of solitude and confinement couldn't have done good on their mental health. For her father, maybe not so much. He was by himself most of the time, writing some new play. Solitude was nothing new to him. Though the length of this one would certainly be felt by him over time.
The dark mare hoped time wasn't of the essence, as she was very lost and had yet to find a faint clue. Nor had she come across anyone who had heard of them.
And maybe it was also for her own safety that she wanted to locate them. This land was unfamiliar. She wasn't used to being alone for so long. She wished the company of those she loved. Those who had taken her in when no one else would. Sadi wasn't of direct blood to the King Cephei and Queen Kass. However, she didn't consider herself anything less than their daughter. The shackles on her feet were worn with pride, in memory of the poor soul who was their true daughter. Sacrificed to that monster so long ago.
Said shackles made a soft clanking sound as she trotted across rocky ground, being careful not to step on anything too sharp. The last thing she needed was to fall and break her leg. In the night she had heard howls and the prowling of predators. It wasn't safe here for anything but the strongest of herbivores. Fortunately, where she lacked in brute strength, she often made up for in cunning.
Noonday Guile
