RP between me and Taylor (I'm in red).

A dirty white mare walked slowly into the mountainous land, gazing around with dull, unseeing brown eyes. She was tired... so tired. The trek from Beach to Mountains was no small feat, but she was desperate. Desperate to escape the memories... the equines there. She had hoped her love would follow, but... where was he? They hadn't talked in forever, it seemed.

"Zip..."

The name was a whisper upon her lips, floating away upon gently blowing winds that made her shiver in surprise. The cold was something she would have to get used to, but it matched her heart at the moment. She felt empty, like someone had pushed all the breath out of her lungs and she couldn't fill them again.

She remembered a time when she felt like she could fly, dancing through the sky and blending in with the puffy white clouds. But then, somehow, she and her mate had fallen apart. She couldn't remember what their argument was about, but it had been something serious. And now, whenever she tried to dance, to fly, it felt like her wings had disappeared.

Everytime I try to fly I fall
Without my wings I feel so small...

A cold shiver ran down his spine, giving the stallion a light shake through the barrel and hock. His dark choclate pelt was damp, darker with sweat and anxiety. Why has he sperated from Experanza? He loved her... didn't he?

"Of course I love her!" He muttered to himself, feeling bad for even thinking of such things. Dark, almost ebon tail dashed from left to right behind him. A whiff caught in the air, stopping him.

He almost did not see the vixen, merely wandered his gaze around. He breathed in the scent again, and his dark orbs finally rested upon her distant, barely recognizeable form.

"So beautiful..."


A whisper on the wind brought her head up and her ears forward, straining to hear the voice again. But was it really a voice? She glanced around, a feverish look in her eyes, bringing them alive with a gleam that had disappeared a while ago. Could it be... he was here? Now? In this land?

Her gaze searched the land desperately until it rested upon a dark form in the distance. Was it really... She tried to call out to the equine, but her voice came out only as a hoarse whisper. She snorted softly, then closed her mouth and tried to step forwards. She couldn't. She tried again, but got the same result. She glanced at her hooves, but could see no mud that would prevent them from moving. What was it that held her back, then?

Fear. It was the fear of hurt, the fear of disappointment. So many times had she seen a figure in the distance and run towards it, only to find that it was instead some other stallion... or worse, a tree. A muffled cry would catch in her throat and she would turn to run away from the depression.

But now... she couldn't even bring herself to find out what it was. She tried to call out, "Who are you?" but it only came out as a loud whisper.

A tear could have jerked from him right then and there, but his eyes were blinded by white, and tears would not fall. Three years of discipline from his father had taught him that, keep a stern face and dry eyes. Always.

He blinked again, seeing her still. She was not a mirage.
"Esperanza... It's me. Zip." His own words did not seem true, but he had to believe it was her.


No tears of joy fell. No delighted call burst from her dry throat. Not even the elated feeling within her was enough to will her to move forward. She just couldn't. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she couldn't cry. All her tears had been used.

She tried, desperately, to take a step forward. But instead she stumbled, barely managing to catch herself before she fell to the ground. Her muzzle and knees bumped painfully into the icy ground, though, and a soft snort escaped her from the pain.

It could be him... said a small voice in her mind.
But then again, it couldn't... said another. She picked herself up and shook her head wearily. It could go either way. His voice she had heard many times before, in her mind. The only proof would be... she couldn't even think of proof that would prove he was real.

She blinked a few times as well, just to be sure that he wasn't a figment of her imagination. She was soon satisfied that he wasn't, but even then she couldn't say anything. And so she merely continued to stare at him, allowing her eyes to drink in the wonderful sight as a thirsty equine would drink from a cool river.