Getting drunk just isn't worth this.

Requiem was a wanderer. A traveler. She had no place that she called home that beckoned her and so she ventured ever onward, eager to see what else the Rift had to show her. Her eagerness was a far cry from the apprehension and dread that had filled her tiny chest when she had first arrived in the Rift after being torn from the land she was born in. She could only hope that her mother and her bother had found the same comfort that she did, though a small part of her doubted that Gabriel would ever disregard, let alone trust, the ever watchful eyes of the Rift. It was not unusual for there to be rain wherever the filly ventured, and this time was no different. The soft patter of rain surrounded her, and in response the plantlife grew as it eagerly drank up the life giving liquid. But it served another purpose and that purpose was to keep Requiem cool. She had slacked in her trial and as a result she could feel her body beginning to heat up. She remembered the bird that had burst into flames and, not wanting that to happen to herself, she continually doused herself in rain. Above the soft patter of her rain she could hear something else. Buzzing, maybe? She wasn't sure because it sounded different. Mechanical, almost. Her curiosity drove her toward the sound and what she eventually found was pretty odd. The first thing she noted was the stallion. Then the tree, which appeared to be covered by spiders. And, finally, two rather large mosquitoes -- one on the tree and one flying toward the stallion. "What is that?" She asked, before she could stop herself. "What are you doing?" "." Requiem “Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.”  ― Robert Frost

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