The day was fresh and vibrant. The wind held the right amount of coolness to offset the warmth of the sun. Genesis found herself taking a deep, fortifying breath before letting it and her nerves, out slowly - grounding herself and calming her anxieties. She knew it was beyond time that she do something with herself, take up space unapologetically. Hiding behind her adoptive family, watching them grow and flourish made her desire more for herself. Excitement fluttered hopefully in her belly, while nervousness curled inside her chest and made it hard to breathe. She didn’t really know what she wanted. It was an idea, the glimmer of an existence where she wasn’t hiding from the world and keeping herself locked up. Elation and anxiety warred inside her unpleasantly, causing her insides to squirm, while the world went on about its business, ignorant to the dark, strange, mare’s internal turmoil. Another breath in. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out. The pattern repeated until she could convince herself she wasn’t shaking, the grass was just tickling her legs because of the wind, not her trembling knees.
Swirled, curious eyes blinked open to the newness of her surroundings. The trees seemed larger here, or was that her imagination? Perhaps she was looking at them too closely. But surely she’d not seen a tree with leaves the size of her face before. Delicately, she sniffs the air that flutters around her, a heady sweetness coated her senses as well as the earthy, herbal scent of….tea? She lifts her head and steps forward, taking another soft sniff. Warm sugar and chamomile…mint? Another sniff…was that dandelion? Before she knew it, Genesis had wandered farther into the Underland, following the increasingly potent scents. They smelled…right, like reuniting with a home you’ve been away from to long. And that, well, that wouldn’t make sense. Or wouldn’t it? Wasn’t it her father who was rumored to be here? Her brother, also. So maybe it’s wasn’t so odd that she would feel drawn in so completely. A shuddering breath left her again, the anxiety of seeing her brother, of maybe running into her father…whispers started in her ears. Light at fist. Flitting. She could ignore them. She could…she would ignore them.
She pressed on, further into the trees, hoping she would stumble upon someone who could tell her the way, while simultaneously dreading finding anyone. ‘Worthless.’ They hissed. ‘You’re nothing…weak!’ Cruel laughter. She shook her head, sending her mane in all directions. The moment she gave the whispers an indication she heard them - they’d get louder. So loud they would shout at her until she was a sobbing, trembling mess.
Not today. She ground her teeth together and pulled herself away from their cruelty and lies. Rolling her shoulders and shaking out her wings she focused tenfold. She could feel the cool air caress her, see the orange of the setting sun reflect off of the shiny leaves. Smell the herbal sweetness that clung to everything. When she had gone through her grounding exercises, she felt better. More alert and aware of herself and new surroundings. She wasn’t going to let them drag her down. She had come this far for her new beginning - she’d be damned if her curse kept her back from anything else in life…or heck, just having a life.
Swirled, curious eyes blinked open to the newness of her surroundings. The trees seemed larger here, or was that her imagination? Perhaps she was looking at them too closely. But surely she’d not seen a tree with leaves the size of her face before. Delicately, she sniffs the air that flutters around her, a heady sweetness coated her senses as well as the earthy, herbal scent of….tea? She lifts her head and steps forward, taking another soft sniff. Warm sugar and chamomile…mint? Another sniff…was that dandelion? Before she knew it, Genesis had wandered farther into the Underland, following the increasingly potent scents. They smelled…right, like reuniting with a home you’ve been away from to long. And that, well, that wouldn’t make sense. Or wouldn’t it? Wasn’t it her father who was rumored to be here? Her brother, also. So maybe it’s wasn’t so odd that she would feel drawn in so completely. A shuddering breath left her again, the anxiety of seeing her brother, of maybe running into her father…whispers started in her ears. Light at fist. Flitting. She could ignore them. She could…she would ignore them.
She pressed on, further into the trees, hoping she would stumble upon someone who could tell her the way, while simultaneously dreading finding anyone. ‘Worthless.’ They hissed. ‘You’re nothing…weak!’ Cruel laughter. She shook her head, sending her mane in all directions. The moment she gave the whispers an indication she heard them - they’d get louder. So loud they would shout at her until she was a sobbing, trembling mess.
Not today. She ground her teeth together and pulled herself away from their cruelty and lies. Rolling her shoulders and shaking out her wings she focused tenfold. She could feel the cool air caress her, see the orange of the setting sun reflect off of the shiny leaves. Smell the herbal sweetness that clung to everything. When she had gone through her grounding exercises, she felt better. More alert and aware of herself and new surroundings. She wasn’t going to let them drag her down. She had come this far for her new beginning - she’d be damned if her curse kept her back from anything else in life…or heck, just having a life.
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