welcome home

Eira... Between the remaining members of the crowd which had gathered, Hope lingering on only briefly, there was vague mention of a city, the herd who should inhabit it—we, collectively, Eira could only assume as her awareness drifted between the conversations rising and falling. She didn’t care terribly for the overly adult content and was more than happy to wallow in the attention offered by the pale, painted Vynter. His brawny, saturated body steamed as the rain purged still from the sky, and the filly’s fluttering nostrils indulged in the strange, musky hue. A small part of the affectionate sort of company he offered, reminded her of Indra and though her beloved twin could never be replaced, Eira was grateful to have a young friend amid the chaos of the Rift. Dark eyes strolled forward to examine the faces that still lingered—though she sought not their own gaze, dipping her own shyly should ever she be found. The warmth of the massive stallion’s embrace soothed her nerves, and the gentle hum of the voices around her, further lulled the waif’s awareness into a weak state of security. Quietly, fearing not the threat of the wilderness beyond them (for many stood near and her vulnerability was reduced, the young horse allowed the fog of light slumber to cloud through her mind.   "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter."

- Pablo Neruda, Winter Garden
Third post so I can claim if this is archived xD