she died easy of a broken heart disease

NAERYS She hadn't intended to return to the dreadful place that Kaos had so carelessly spat her into; her first introduction to this freshly revived, crooked world. But she needed a reason to escape. A handy excuse to explore unhindered by the small filly that now clung so helplessly to her side. She isn't used to it and the thoughts in the back of her mind make her doubt that she'd ever get used to it. She couldn't abandon her, no. That would make her no better than the father she'd hated for the last two years of her life. The father that Kaos had stripped from her with such ease. She isn't angry at Kaos for that (should she be?) but that doesn't mean she has to like what that corrupted mess did to the only home she'd known. With concealed relief (and to some extent: pure, unadulterated joy), she leaves Alerie behind with Petyr and her mother in Solanis (easier done following her baby brother's birth). It was too easy for her to leave her foal behind. Too easy to slip away without remorse, without regret, without any mental anguish with which to speak. The stress melts away the further away she goes, anxiety sliding from her form as if finally being whisked away by the persistent raindrops. And for once she didn't mind the rain. The chains momentarily broken, Naerys shakes her waterlogged feathers - temporarily lightening the load and leaving her feathers merely damp. As she slips from the relative safety of the oversized ferns, her wings unfurl and after a running start the girl launches herself into the air. Wind rushes over her, combing through her dark hair and caressing her perfumed feathers. Flared nostrils inhale deeply of the open air and she has to fight to keep her teal eyes open - out of delight rather than tiredness. She isn't ready to fly blind just yet, not here in this corrupt and unpredictable place (not without Petyr there as a second pair of eyes to keep her from crashing down to certain death). But oh how she longs to! This taste of freedom nearly consumes her, planting a small seed of guilt in her gut - guilt that she was enjoying this so much when only moments ago she'd been miserable with her filly by her side (her first and only child). Guilt cannot touch her right now, not here in this strangely dark sky, not while she soars on her large vivid wings for the first time in what felt like ages. Yet as the ghastly, gnarled branches - with their odd, purple glow - surrounding the portal come into view, the girl descends from the sky. Vibrant and free, she lands with steady hooves on the mossy forest floor just outside the dark trees from whence she came. Though her hope had been to find some of the familiar faces they'd been missing, she hadn't been expecting a familiar voice to tear across the corrupt and angry terrain. "IRMA!!!" he screamed, and this time it was her that came running. Metallic green wings snap shut, folding quickly against her much smaller sides and like a bullet she bolts - dodging branches and leaping over the underbrush threatening to tangle her limbs and trip her. She charges until his mostly familiar white spotted form comes into view - he's thinner than she remembers but it's him, it has to be. How long had it been since she'd seen his face or heard his voice? Far too long and though she longs to throw herself at him, embracing him in her flower perfumed wings - she approaches with more care and restraint than she'd have thought possible. "Mauja." she breathes, reaching forward to touch her soft nose to the base of his neck. Although there is a swirl of questions flooding her mind, no other words manage to slip past her lips. There is only silence and a longing to embrace the stallion she'd adopted into her family. which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?

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