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>Alone again it would seem. Depression and lonliness >dogged the dappled mare's heels, a constant thorn in >the normally sunny mare's side. The emptiness of her >homeland and the seemingly unbreachable rift between >herself and Circasia also weighed heavily on her mind. > Unknowingly, she had fallen directly into her >father's footsteps. Not the Cole of today who had >found his way back amongst the living, but the Cole >directly after Cymbra's death... broken, an empty >shell. > >Her light had reappeared oh so briefly before >disappearing again. Taojin's short visits between >long absences ripped the gray mare's emotions to >shreds. The icing on the proverbial cake? No one to >tell about it. Dull eyes had watched Ciri's >appearance in the Grove and Cole's joyous welcome for >her. Dropping her sharply chiseled face, much more >pronounced now, she nosed listlessly at the lush >greens. Dark shadows showed along her barrel, the >light catching her ribs and creating hollows along her >disheveled pelt. Who cared anymore? the gaunt ghost >of the former beauty mused. Little family, no >friends, only a memory for a mate, an empty terra to >wander aimlessly around. She discharged a hot breath, >head still down and glassy eyes staring blankly at the >uneaten grass before her.

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