ARAXES
TENDER HEART
How long had it been since she'd stepped hoof in Solterra? Years, from what it felt like. Since before she was pregnant with the twins.
Yes. Years.
It felt odd to press her hooves through the sand, her wings lifted from her head, covering the top as she shaded her eyes and her face, finally coming in to contact with green once more. The oasis. A miracle in the middle of a desert, with swaying branches of trees that bore sweet fruits, the aloe plants that grew along the waters, and the many grasses that sprouted up to provide a lovely tropical paradise.
The season of autumn meant the sun wasn't so harsh, and her pale body made its way toward the edge of the oasis, wings pulling and gently folding at the sides of her neck as she took in slow sips. She felt the cool trickle down her throat, and she lifted her head as she licked her lips, closing her eyes and taking a moment of respite among the turmoil that had gripped the entirety of Novus.
Walking deities, destruction, tensions. It was all so heavy on her shoulders but she wanted to push on, to rise up, to help and heal. She wasn't so innocent as she had been before, but she was not calloused to the world. Nothing would be able to do that to her, she knew that much. There were people that had hard edges but soft interiors, softer thoughts. Or there were some that were hard through and through and cared only for themselves. There were even soft edges and soft thoughts, open to the world, as she was.
She had seen all of them. Met all of them.
Sighing, the speckled mare moved herself, stepping forward to dip her legs in to the oasis and stand in the water instead, her heavy mane and tail dipping in before wafting about her, floating lazily. It was nice to visit another court, to finally stretch her legs and relax, to feel more comforted than she had in ages.
Yes. Years.
It felt odd to press her hooves through the sand, her wings lifted from her head, covering the top as she shaded her eyes and her face, finally coming in to contact with green once more. The oasis. A miracle in the middle of a desert, with swaying branches of trees that bore sweet fruits, the aloe plants that grew along the waters, and the many grasses that sprouted up to provide a lovely tropical paradise.
The season of autumn meant the sun wasn't so harsh, and her pale body made its way toward the edge of the oasis, wings pulling and gently folding at the sides of her neck as she took in slow sips. She felt the cool trickle down her throat, and she lifted her head as she licked her lips, closing her eyes and taking a moment of respite among the turmoil that had gripped the entirety of Novus.
Walking deities, destruction, tensions. It was all so heavy on her shoulders but she wanted to push on, to rise up, to help and heal. She wasn't so innocent as she had been before, but she was not calloused to the world. Nothing would be able to do that to her, she knew that much. There were people that had hard edges but soft interiors, softer thoughts. Or there were some that were hard through and through and cared only for themselves. There were even soft edges and soft thoughts, open to the world, as she was.
She had seen all of them. Met all of them.
Sighing, the speckled mare moved herself, stepping forward to dip her legs in to the oasis and stand in the water instead, her heavy mane and tail dipping in before wafting about her, floating lazily. It was nice to visit another court, to finally stretch her legs and relax, to feel more comforted than she had in ages.
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