ARAXES
TENDER HEART
Regardless, Araxes finds herself carefully picking her way through the court of dusk, the path familiar in that old way that feels like muscle memory to her. When was the last time she was here? It feels like so long ago, a time that makes her heart ache, and her body feel like it isn't her own again. That's an issue that's a constant too, with how she feels. Every time she passes something that reveals her reflection, she can't even look at it. It isn't her, even if it is her voice, her name, her very same look in the depths of those mint eyes. This isn't her body, merely a cruel twist of deities.
Araxes takes a breath, swallowing down before her steps stutter as she hears voices, and her hooves skitter against loose bits of stone. It's lost under the sound of their talking, and her head dips a moment, her breath holding. To these faces, she is only someone new, but to her... there are some old familiar looks, and some names that echo.
Asterion. Death. The words rock her, and her head turns toward the one walking into the crowd that's dispersing, and she finds herself shifting, turning. She feels like she's floating, and her mouth opens before she can stop herself. "Marisol --" Her voice, as gentle as ever, seems so strange coming from someone that isn't the black and white spotted mare with wings behind her ears. "...what has ... what has happened?" They had met before, though she isn't sure if she's recognized now. If not, that is fine by her terms. She's going to have to get used to being lost in the crowd.
lksjdflksj she's like 'what did i just walk into'
