Desreal: to: ALTHEA

hearts that cry diamond tears;
spirits that walk for a thousand years;
here them calling on that darkest morning;
pulling me under, my thoughts dissapear;

Saphira heard her name whispered on the wind, the smell of ocean lingering on the tone. She smiles, and wanders through the forest until she finds the source of the all too familiar voice. Althea. Saphira remembers her all too well. The painted mare has the grace to smile, and she inclines her head slightly in unspoken respect. She comes further into the clearing, and it is then that Althea will notice the change in her. The scars for one, that never truly heals. Lined with blood. The falcon poised over her heart, the snake slithering up her left hind leg, the seashell on her neck and withers, and lastly the coiled snake on her shoulder blade with the glinting murky white stone peeking from her flesh. Her eyes are no longer just water, but sapphire speckled with ice. She draws nearer then, until only a foot or so separated the painted duo. The warrior and the scholar.

Saphira had come, but she really has no idea what had brought Althea to her now. In this place. She knew of Althea’s desertion of Solira, and she felt a hint of pride and respect towards the smaller mare. So it seemed not everyone in Solira was idiotic after all. Saphira remembers Althea’s respect for distance, and so she does not draw any nearer. Should Althea wish to touch her, than that would be her move.

“It is a pleasure to see you again Althea. But I am no one's Commander now. I am a rogue, nothing more.”

There is a pause, and the words had been softly spoken. She was not upset, merely correcting her in a polite way. Saphira can smell the desert air wafting off the mare, and she smiles. There was nothing worse than forever being alone. This Saphira knew all too well, whens he had suffered the loss of Alshain. She had sacrificed everything to bring him back. Internally she was glad Althea seemed to have found that in someone as well.

“I am glad you have found somewhere else to belong… Now, what can I do for you my friend?”

If Saphira could have quirked a brow, she would have. Instead she stands there in silence, watching. Waiting.

the siren;
the keeper;
water III + lightning III + air III

you can hold the darkness from you;
if the will is very strong;
but that whisper always haunts you;
cannot change the Siren's Song.