Solira: The Ocean: it's a tight squeeze

The memories of those we love do not fade or quiver into the dark as we may desperately hope at times, and be thankful for at others. They remain, strong and true, blindingly binding to our hearts and our beings. We are as we are because of it, him, her. We may love again, a broken, emptier love. A dry passion, fueled only by the need to be completed, to feel whole once more. We need a fix for the hurt, for the loss. We are selfish, social things after all. But the one, great, true love we are given can never be replaced, never lost within our cryptic minds. Maybe we speak of different loves, maybe Ozy was only a brief flash of joy for you. But Huyana remembers painstakingly the Tiger, as she called him, that clutched her heart and left it to rot. His disappearance broke her, the unbreakable. She picked up the pieces, placed them back together and he returned as the final shard was fit back into place. Three times she did this with him.

And now she was here.

Huyana startled from a dream of him, sweat lining her roan flesh as she hurried to her hooves. A shaky sigh exhaled from her nostrils and angrily she shoved his image from her mind with a rough shake. The motion cast her black mane into a wild wave upon her neck line. Lips pressed together tightly, and the itch to move, to leave this nesting ground where he lurked overwhelmed her. She ran, ran until her legs burned and her lungs cried. Huyana slowed to a walk then, weaving between the slow waves. Her eyes notice the giant creature approach then, the unfamiliar, foreign, frightening thing. Huyana balks at first, intimidation overriding her jubilant curiosity for once in her life. Who was this giant mare, what were her intentions?

Huyana hated being new, naive to so much. Despite her better knowledge, she approached, tentative. "Salutations." Her clear, watery voice exalted the gray. She was careful.