ARAXES

TENDER HEART

Once upon a time, she would have thought this place to be a reminder of horrors.

Instead, she stares out at the waters in the chill of the winter with nothing stirring in her chest. This... brings nothing to her but old memories, of the waters that tried to swallow her, the bloody marks across her body from the attack. The panic of two small voices, a heavier voice and the commanding tone.

Her long ears drift back in thought, before she relaxes, her shoulders easing downward before she turns herself away from the waves that lift and lower in the distance. Her breaths come in and out just like the ebb and flow of water, and she instead relaxes herself. Her past is her past, that's all there is to it, isn't it?

Her mint hooves slide through the sands carefully, and Araxes takes it all in. For once, she feels.. safe, in a way. There is no strife between the courts that threatens her like it did then, it's only her now. Only her as a merchant, wandering with her small bag of wares, glasses gently clinking with each step she takes.

It's a nice day, even for the winter, she thinks. Perhaps she'll stay out here for a while before returning to Dusk.