[P] hearts without chains

[Sabine]

S  A  B  I  N  E Already, Sabine knew she hated the wind. It was a feral beast, one that howled and roared over the hills of Denocte with the force of Gods themselves. If she were to believe her parents reverent fables, that was. At such a tender age it was her prerogative to question everything, and that was not a troublesome quest when the life into which you were born was as capricious as her own. Tales of deities and whispers of great foreign cities had filtered down, down, down into her world until her mind lay full to the brim with turbulence and commotion. Her mother and father had tried to protect their daughter from events that were too winding, and abstruse for such a young child to comprehend, but there was no concealing the truths that surrounded her like cobwebs spun over her dainty head. Her mind ached with the bewilderment of it all; her little heart bruised by the murmurs of her illegitimacy and impurity - corrupted by the sun and a desert mother. So, as to escape the headiness of it all, Sabine often took to the wild. When Rhoswen was absent, a regular occurrence, the filly would slip forth from the bustle of Denocte's Capitol out into the coming day. At four months old, she was certainly still small, vulnerable, but to her parent's warnings she could never heed. There was too much to see, to hear, to experience. For life was simple out here beneath a diamond sky, beautifully simple. The wind though, now that she couldn't stand! Sparrow-boned limbs scattered across the prairie, bolstering her across the ocean of pale green and closer to the great evergreen treeline up ahead. For the first time in, perhaps, days, Sabine felt herself smile.  @Raum Woo! Bear with me as I get used to playing her ehe.

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