Desreal: And I'm the nightmare that haunts your dreams;

The night swirls around Aquila, welcoming her into Desreal’s desolate landscape. The white mare emerges from the darkness, slithering through the confines of reality and imagination as if she constantly straddled the two. And she does, to an extent. Aquila is the epiphany of something the heavens created with the best of intentions and the devil corrupted. Had she been granted a normal childhood, Aquila might have been more like Courage, her half sister who was the “wife” of Kratos, Aquila’s half brother. It’s an odd family she belongs to, and it just keeps getting worse as time goes by. As soon as she enters Desreal, she can feel her. Call it a mother’s intuition or just call it some random chance, but as soon as Stymie is close enough, the white mare’s blue eyes catch onto the figure and linger with longing awe. The nightshade steps closer and offers what seems to be an introduction to the shadows which now keep Aquila safe from recognition. For a moment, the white maelstrom hesitates to turn away, but instead she steps from the shadows; she has truly missed her sable daughter and it shows now on her face.

”So easily I’ve been forgotten,” she said with a smile as she stepped closer to the young daughter she had for so long wanted to see. It’s true; part of the reason Aquila had always found herself in Desreal was in hopes of finding Stymie again. ”Do you remember who I am?” There is hope, solid and unable to be hidden, in her voice and in her eyes. It rests on her shoulders like an old friend. And those blue eyes take in the image of her daughter. The fruit of her womb (though she was also the daughter of Kurai, another one that she should hate but really can’t seem to bring herself to do it) stood before her, and the mother watched the daughter carefully as she waited. Oh, the fate’s cruel humor is something that can only be appreciated if you’re on the outside looking in; except in this case if you’re Alshain.