Solira: The Ocean: I thought blue was a boy color

She listened to his story, as intently as she would any factual teaching. She enjoyed the stories as much as the truth, she had always begged them from her dam as a foal. Back then the sun had been a favorite fairytale, a myth to her birthplace of perpetual moon. Perhaps Huyana yearned to know, even to believe the impossible, because she had found the sun real and now lived beneath it. If that myth had been eradicated for her, what silly ideals were honestly true for the rest of us?

His tale seemed just as sad, she pouted to herself. "That's much more morbid." She confessed with a coy smile, a tinkling laugh escaping her as black cords splashed across her silver hide. "But it is nice as well. Though I cannot imagine the night as a wolf. The night is kind to me, patient, soft. I see her a mother, a quiet doe perhaps if she must embody some shape." Huyana tilted her head faintly, shaking away all the stories with a wild twist of her dark mane.

Her warm, amber eyes had drifted back to the heavens. The glorious colors were changing, stretching as the sun continued to drift to darkness. She sighed softly, a muffled content. She always preferred the night. Ears twitched as he began to speak, and she turned her attention to him with the most subtle inclination of her charcoal head. His teasing compliment did not escape her, but she let is slide pass her without much notice. It did not bother her, but she would not embrace it. A tiger still prowled on her mind, his claws gripping her heart. Would she ever forget him? Abandon him as he had her. The pain at the thought of losing his memories was so unbearable she knew she never would. She was broken, damaged goods. Not that she'd ever show it. At least she'd come here broken though, everyone took her for what she was. They never knew who she was before. It was comforting, oddly alienating.

Her laugh bubbled from her vocals once more as he commented on her resemblance to water. It pleased her immensely, more than his corny comment on beautiful things. Water had always appealed to her, lured her in. When she came here it awoke within her' it had always been a part of her. "I enjoy the water." I confessed, thought it was not strange to hear that here. The ocean, solira, collected more water elementals. The desert, Ni'srilan the most fire, and Andarins mountains the earthy souls. She glanced sidelong at him, seeming to finally notice the bright glaring copper of his coat. She pursed her lips, a smile cracking them open so her fluid words slipped free once more. "And you seem like fire. Ah destined rivals already." Huyana smirked, but was not surprised as she finally recognized the hungry pull of her water towards him. Towards his fire, which it could extinguish beneath its force. I wondered, faintly, how my teacher Courage was bale to tame both her water and fire elements. They seemed far too different.