Dawnlark Plains move like grey skies

he understood, then, at least in simplest term. some of the tightness in her chest released when he agreed, glad then that they'd forge their own paths. a small curve of her muzzle was all she offered when he spoke of freedom; freedom from all the had been was impossible. morningsides, all it's highs but especially its lows (and her own) were tightly intertwined with her very identity. in many ways, morningside was all she was and all she was dedicated too, and there came a dizzying sense of uttter aimlessness now that she knew it to be truly gone and faded. "I will." she promised, and she knew that this was one bond that would be easy to keep. 

at his second, request, she too nodded; at his request she'd put aside her own trepidance to visit the island home that Aditya may or may not have shattered. once more she pressed her muzzle to his shoulder, quiet a moment before withdrawing. "I should go." she felt utterly drained and intensely desired solitude, now.