Vision of Hope

AURELIA "Very in the past." She said, confirming Rixen's statement, but also declaring that it was a very, very long time ago. "I think she was my one shot at love." Aurelia was completely oblivious to the fact that the stallion thought her forlorn take on love was due to more recent happenings. Aurelia hardly knew the stallion that played a role in the creation of the life that blossomed in her stomach. In fact, she hardly even thought about that stallion anymore. The pegasus wasn't even talking about a he at all, but rather a she- the most wonderful she that ever stepped foot in Helovia. Rixen's words are perhaps more profound than he thought them to be. Love heals and hurts. Love mends and tears. Love brings horses together but also rips them apart. To have togetherness, there must also be separation. Could it be said that those who never find love live the middle way of life, the balance between all of the extremes, whereas those who do find love live in only extremes? Was it truly worth feeling the most excruciating pain if it means there will also be immense pleasure along the way? It was the way of life, the yin and yang- you can't have one without the other. The thing about love is that it obliterates everything in its path. Love doesn't care if your mare, stallion, or anything in between. Love doesn't care if you're young or old. Love doesn't care if you're deaf, mute, or blind. In some strange twirly and twisty way, love had found it's way to Aurelia. The pegasus was too terrified of love to search for it but craved it so badly that it was painful. Her mind always said don't do it, you'll get hurt but her heart always sobbed it's worth it. And on top of it all, there was the issue of insanity. Aurelia does not have half of her soul. How can one ever properly love with no soul? She wasn't normal, she never was. Yet still, love had managed to find her. How was she expected to have a positive outlook on love when everything was just so fucking confusing? Love had thoroughly wrecked Aurelia in a multitude of unprecedented ways, but it also gave her some of the greatest joys in life: a mate, children, a home. "You're wrong." She gave him a pointed look as she opened her mouth, ready to fire back some retort at him, but she was at a loss for words and shut her mouth. She simply gazed at the stallion, trying to form a proper string of words to say something- anything- in response. Eventually, she just offered a simple "perhaps so" to the unicorn. Truthfully, he may have been right. Aurelia, not so surprisingly, never knows what others think about her and she always believes the worst over the best. Her brow furrowed as her thoughts continued to turn into some sort of mush. Fact mixed with fiction; feelings mixed with the truth. Even she couldn't understand her own thoughts at this point. Complex topics- though absurdly interesting- often sent Aurelia into a spiral of chaos that left her at a loss for words and a flabberghasted expression of her features. Avoiding such a demise to the otherwise pleasant conversation, Aurelia said the most random thought, that would still make sense in the conversation but didn't directly talk about love, in order to change the topic: "You're quite a character, you know." à la folie; to madness

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