She was coming from visiting with her 'father' on her way to see castor. The flap house had been newly cleaned and the family that had taken her in seemed a slight buzz of faces. Akuba had been swell after he'd nursed her from death, the old stallion was more family to her than she'd ever remember feeling till Castor came about.
What had started out to have been more of a modeling service soon turned to a courtship between her and the design savvy stallion. The soft sound of the chains she wore rustled and chimed through the air as she walked, her tabard ends flapping gently in breeze that tussled her mane. She wondered how castor was faring today, what new items had he stashed away to doll up the unsuspecting passer by. The thought of him capturing an unsuspecting soquili amused her greatly. As she thought on this, her head shook. Always a fussy sort where as she was seen to be a bit daft and some times broken minded still to others. Slowly things were coming back to her still always in a flash or just sudden recollection but still some things came to her without their names and she'd find new ones for them. She knew she'd seen them before but some how, the names for them were just gone.
Just who was she? Sure Akuba called her daughter and cared for her. However still she wondered just who she'd been before. Would she even like the individual she'd been back before the fall? She stamped a hoof in frustration as she walked. What if the old her came back and she'd been a nasty sort? Would Castor still see past the nasty side to her? The her he was so fond of? She shuddered to think of it. She was who she was now, and she had to accept that she'd always been so kind a person.
Glancing to the sky she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was a lovely day indeed. Finally winter's bite had retreated and given way for the fresh breath of new life in the world that spring often gave. Castor would likely be wanting her to be spruced up and all clean when she got back. Not that she allowed herself to get too dirty when she visited with her father. Still, she wouldn't mind him pampering and fussing over her. She actually enjoyed being his little 'doll' from time to time.
