Ni'awtu was back where the grass was green. Where the trees were alive and framed the meadows that grew with what seemed like every color of the rainbow. Where the birds sang. It was spring, the time every small animal found their better half and began to make their nests in trees and in the ground. The sounds of the bird calls brought a smile to her face despite there only being one of her. Always one of her. But at least this was better than where she had been. The stallion had been interesting, however as spring approached she craved the life that the meadows and forests held. Not the death of the graveyard. The strangeness of the swamp. Yet there was also something about those very things that peaked her interest in a way nothing else ever had. It scared her a little to be interested in something that seemed so covered in death. Her past itself might be full of death. It did not mean her present or future need be, too. The mare could still look back and keep looking forward with a small smile on her face. Despite it all.
Still, though. It would be nice to finally find somewhere she could belong. It had been so long.
For today she stood on the edge of a small forest, bathed in the bright moon above her. Her head was thrown up, both of her pale lilac eyes visible from under the long forelock with the jingling bell. It was silent for now as she stared at the sky. Watched the illuminated clouds float across the moon, lit up by its brilliance. Her wings were folded tightly against her body, her tail hooked around the upper portion of one leg.
Spring was stirring life back into her.
Prince Corbin
