A R I T H E N A
FOR WHEN THE SUN LEAVES, THE WORLD FEARS YOU
She didn’t know how she got here, much less what this place was. All she did know was that is was dark, gloomy, and unfamiliar. Far too much of the latter for her taste. Now, she had travelled to many peculiar lands, despite her young age. She had seen places that would be unfathomable even to the most experienced of vagabonds, who, like herself, had witnessed the trials and tribulations of all walks of life in their travels. As she walked, the mare’s gaze, which was a rather unusual violet shade, scanned the path ahead - or at least as much of it as was visible in the dimly lit forest. Her surroundings were rather eerie, painted in so many shades of blacks and blues, with a thin layer of mist swirling around her ankles. Where the cool dampness touched it, her delicate skin tingled, but she tried her best not to let any of this dampen her mood. Fortunately, seldom did.
Though the world around her was not one that she recognized, Arithena was unbothered. She called no one place her home, and for that reason, she did not have to worry about being far away from home or anything of the sort. No, the world lay at the tips of her hooves, and all that her young and naive mind took away from this was that she wanted to see as much of it as possible. She had been wandering for a long time, at least as far back as her memory went. The girl had never lived in a herd. She didn’t think of her upbringing much, and her dam, who had raised her alone, had faded to nothing but a distant image in Ari’s mind. She had died long ago, when the girl could hardly fend for herself. Yet she, a small filly, had survived, and that was how she knew that she was a survivor. Arithena could battle her way through anything, not physically, of course. She struggled, stumbled through life in other ways. She always got by. This notion left her feeling rather optimistic, even as she wandered further into the trees. Little did she know, she was walking away from everything that she had ever known, although that would not amount to much. In the big picture of things, Ari was truly a blank slate. But the writing, the story, was just beginning.
At present, Arithena came to a halt. Noticing that a small branch had become entangled in her mine, the girl paused to pick it out with her teeth. When she was satisfied with its removal, she raised her dished face again, an expression of wonderment and curiosity plastered over her features. Her ears flicked back and forth, listening. She continued to pivot her head back and forth slowly, taking in all that lay before her. She saw it; she breathed it in. It wasn’t much, but then, the Rift was quite a sight to behold. I wonder if anyone lives around here, although I'm not sure I know who would want to, she thought to herself with a slight frown, hoping that she would see the sun again soon. Its warm yellow light was barely visible beneath the thick canopy of leaves. One question lingered at the back of her mind, gnawing at it, hungry for an answer: where was she?
OOC: ploops new girl into the Rift<3
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