Life had a funny way of bringing about unexpected change. The speckled mare mused on this thought as she observed the sprawling sea of reds and golds before her, the majestic trees dwarfed by the distant peak. Her skin tingled with residual adrenaline, muscles nearly quivering with exhaustion under her own weight. She was distantly aware of the fact that, soon, the sun would be sinking lower in the western sky, heralding the arrival of night. And with night, came - well, there wasn't even a need to say it, was there? Every horse knew all too well what lurked in the shadows after nightfall.
Pausing among a copse of smaller trees, Himawari considered her options, quickly coming to the realization that they were, in fact, extremely limited. After all, her entire life leading up to this point had been nothing but easy. She had never step foot outside her father's territory and now, miles from home, she was faced with the realization that she was truly alone and truly lost. There was no going back, even if she wanted to. She felt small, suddenly, in the wake of this situation, like a little filly separated from her mother for the very first time.
There was nothing she could do but sit and wait. For the first time in weeks, she wished she could be back home. Would I have been better off? she asked herself, If I had just stayed? Would she have been able to survive any longer with her mother, subjected to constant criticisms and moods capricious as the weather? For four years, Himawari had bitten her tongue in an effort to keep quiet, bearing the weight of her mother's baggage, trying to be the perfect daughter. But shit, that was hard - and she could barely live up to her own expectations.
The wind picked up, the brisk breeze caressing her spine. The rattle of dying leaves seemed to echo through the quiet meadow, a once-comforting sound that, now, did nothing but remind her that she was by herself.
((ooc: quick post is bleh, I'm still working out her character a bit. Next ones will be better :3))
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