In Our Own World (Sketch/Swede)

[Mouse]

Semira looked down at her reflection in the river; the current was light and silver fish swam freely. She wished she could be free like them. Atlas she knew she could only enjoy her time for a little while until she had to go back to her family-there was no fun for the wicked.

Semira stepped a hoof into the water causing the water to churn. She looked away and began to walk up the rocky bank. She began to run feeling the wind in her mane she smiled to herself. Mira came to a stop once more and waded into the water letting it come up to her knees. She put her muzzle in taking a slow drink.

[Swede]

When last he had seen Fire and the other members of that hated old herd, they had all been living together among the aspens, and the island where the battle had taken place meant nothing to him. His enemies were older than when he last had seen them, and initially it had felt like so many years had passed. But the moment young Sketch had set foot on the shoreline and locked eyes with those among Fire's herd, a rush of memories had flooded through him; a jumble of delight and innocence and playful rivalries, muddied by bitter hatred and absolute loyalty to Hero. He had of course done his duty, tearing into flesh and hide and raining violence down upon the enemy's family. His family, or at least it used to be... it was all so confusing now. Sketch had fought viciously, but Dagger turned against them and between the wounds he had suffered from Fire's warriors and further injury caused by Saber in the betrayal, the black stallion had been forced to flee to save his own life. At one point, he had felt guilty about it, running like a coward, but the others had all fled too. And the battle... there had been so much blood, so much pain and screaming. Training hadn't come anywhere near that. It was horrifying.

But now, Sketch was simply lost. He couldn't return to his old family, the ones he hated and tried to kill; he couldn't find his new family, the ones who had taught him to do so. Were they all dead? Had they... had they abandoned him?

He was so alone.

In the time since the battle, he had searched the lands for survivors, allies, friends he could take refuge with. A deep laceration above his left knee pained his every step, and a myriad of half-healed wounds scattered across his dark coat. Paranoia sunk into his mind, fear of this isolation which he had never experienced before. Where were the others? What if Fire's lot came after him? And all these strangers everywhere... he couldn't trust them. He couldn't trust anyone but Hero. And with Hero gone... Sketch didn't know what to do anymore. He had to find them. Without them, he was lost.

Trapped in these thoughts, Sketch had no focus left to pay much attention to his surroundings as he limped towards the water. He needed to drink, and then keep moving, always searching. Perhaps take a short break to graze as well. Hero would be angry if he failed to keep up his strength, no doubt. Thus it was that as he lowered his head to drink, he didn't notice the mare standing out in the river a short distance from him until after several seconds. Tensing, he glanced up, water dripping from his muzzle as he stared at her warily. A mare was no threat, right? But she could be a spy, or a friend of the enemy, or... No. Nobody was safe.

[Mouse]

The Dun Buckskin froze in place as she drank from the river her brown mane had fallen into the river it dripped down her shoulder as her eyes scanned over the stallion. " that's lot of scars and wounds must have been some fight-hopefully the other stallion looks worse." She looked down peeking up at the stallion every once and a while. She could see he was tense and didn't want to send him off the deep end in anyway either attacking her or running off.

The mare moved around the stallion back onto shore " that wound looks nasty" she pointed her muzzle pointed towards his knee. She walked towards the tree line where the sun hit. Her father was pretty good with his herbs and roots. He had taught her quite a bit of things over her short years.

She walked around the area looking around the ground "oh here we are" she lowered her muzzle to where some light green leaves hung on a small plant she grabbed a few of leaves tenderly in her mouth . She walked over towards the dark colored stallion not sure if he would accepted her help or not, she had not been around outsiders much in life; her father Raid usually chased them off before they even a chance. They have always been on the move and continued that way until news of another battle between Strath and Dalt spread like wild fire. Her parents had been excited about the news so had her sibling-Semira didn't really care; it was just another excuse for her father to drill it through her head about how much better Strath was then others.

Mira shook her head and looked back towards the stallion she dropped the leaves in front of him "if you will let me help you. This here is Alder, if I can put the paste on the wound it will help fight infection and help with swelling." Her voice was steady showing really no emotion. She paused waiting for answer before she continued on speaking "My names Sermira but I'm sometimes called Mira by my family and-friends _{if I had any"} the last part trailed off as she looked into the water rather sadly "What's your name?" She finally asked like she was remembering where she was once again.

[Swede]

The dark stallion did not move or speak, but his eyes followed the mare's path warily, both as she walked away and then as she came back towards him. A long minute passed in silence after her words as he stared at her. "Sketch," he said finally, gauging conversation to be relatively harmless at the moment. "My name is Sketch. And I don't need help, I just need to find my herd," he added, taking a step sideways to face her better and wincing as he put weight down on his leg again. But how could he accept assistance from a stranger? She might seem innocent, but for all he knew, those leaves could be poison. He glanced down at them, and then back up at the mare with a frown. "If you have a family, Semira, what are you doing out here all on your own? Aren't you afraid of getting into danger?"