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When I was a little girl, I used to wander down to the beach to listen to the sea. I would sometimes get caught when returning - scolded for disappearing yet they never found out where I went. Sneaking out and skipping tutoring. But it was so beautiful, the sounds and smells, it compelled me to visit.

Nim seems to like it too. A place for her to be free. She speaks to me about how the water rises high and crashes on top of itself. About the many foamy bubbles that it holds. She speaks of blue and white and how when the air gets cooler is her favourite part because that’s when the reds and oranges appear. I don’t know anything about colours... Nim has tried to explain them to me but I’ll never know them for as long as I may live. But I’m not sad. I get to listen to the waves, smell the salt on the air and feel the sand under our hooves while she watches the colours. We both enjoy different things but it’s all the same experience.

Yet it isn’t just the sea no the freedom that draws me back there... I met someone there once. A friend. Their voice was beautiful but... They shared with me not their voice but their emotions. They called it aura. Said I was one of the lucky few to be in tune with it. They said I was far from my potential... that I still needed practice. I still don’t quite know what they meant... but I had fun playing in the water with them and Nim! I wish I could remember their name...

Each day when I am able, I sit by the ocean’s edge. It sit and feel the sun go down and wait to see if they’ll return. They never do... Sometimes, I wonder if we just dreamt it. That mysterious stranger amongst the sea’s endless waves... but if both of us heard them, felt them, remembered them then it had to have been real.

And sure enough, my waiting did draw attention. But not that from the one whom I’d wished to draw it from. No... Someone I wasn’t supposed to encounter. We were... “witnesses”.

That horrid cracking noise haunts me... I didn’t even get to see who it was before everything went quiet. Nim said she managed to hold them back for long enough to sprint back home. Yet I do not remember the journey. Only the repercussions...

With each passing day since mother and father grow more insistent on shutting me away. Locked in my room for days on end without escape. For my own safety, yes, but... I’m sure that I must be more disgraceful of their family names than they had ever thought before. Allowing myself to get hurt like that. My horns were the one thing mother complimented me on... how even and tall they were. Yet now... now I can barely even lift a pencil with my psychic energy. What... a waste.

They remind me often... I am broken beyond repair, more of an embarrassment than noble like them. Yet they dare not cast me out. No... Grandfather would make them pay dearly if they did. Not for me... but for breaking the binding of union between them. An agreement forcing them to stay as one and raise their firstborn heir. At least that’s what I’ve been told... I do not understand it. I do not really want to understand... I just... want to sit by the beach again. The breeze on my face, the sand in our hooves, the sound of lapping water filling my ears. That’s all I want.

They say we cannot leave... Not before they find someone. A bodyguard of sorts. A maid to protect us. Chosen to supervise and watch us. Not a single waking moment should be without her. We are not to leave her side, which would be fine if not for poor Nim... I just feel dreadful for her. She struggles... struggles not to talk... not to eat... not to focus her gaze for too long. It’s all my fault. I just wanted to visit the beach... but I ruined everything.

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When I was a little girl, I used to wander down to the beach to listen to the sea. I would sometimes get caught when returning - scolded for disappearing yet they never found out where I went. Sneaking out and skipping tutoring. But it was so beautiful, the sounds and smells, it compelled me to visit.

Nim seems to like it too. A place for her to be free. She speaks to me about how the water rises high and crashes on top of itself. About the many foamy bubbles that it holds. She speaks of blue and white and how when the air gets cooler is her favourite part because that’s when the reds and oranges appear. I don’t know anything about colours... Nim has tried to explain them to me but I’ll never know them for as long as I may live. But I’m not sad. I get to listen to the waves, smell the salt on the air and feel the sand under our hooves while she watches the colours. We both enjoy different things but it’s all the same experience.

Yet it isn’t just the sea no the freedom that draws me back there... I met someone there once. A friend. Their voice was beautiful but... They shared with me not their voice but their emotions. They called it aura. Said I was one of the lucky few to be in tune with it. They said I was far from my potential... that I still needed practice. I still don’t quite know what they meant... but I had fun playing in the water with them and Nim! I wish I could remember their name...

Each day when I am able, I sit by the ocean’s edge. It sit and feel the sun go down and wait to see if they’ll return. They never do... Sometimes, I wonder if we just dreamt it. That mysterious stranger amongst the sea’s endless waves... but if both of us heard them, felt them, remembered them then it had to have been real.

And sure enough, my waiting did draw attention. But not that from the one whom I’d wished to draw it from. No... Someone I wasn’t supposed to encounter. We were... “witnesses”.

That horrid cracking noise haunts me... I didn’t even get to see who it was before everything went quiet. Nim said she managed to hold them back for long enough to sprint back home. Yet I do not remember the journey. Only the repercussions...

With each passing day since mother and father grow more insistent on shutting me away. Locked in my room for days on end without escape. For my own safety, yes, but... I’m sure that I must be more disgraceful of their family names than they had ever thought before. Allowing myself to get hurt like that. My horns were the one thing mother complimented me on... how even and tall they were. Yet now... now I can barely even lift a pencil with my psychic energy. What... a waste.

They remind me often... I am broken beyond repair, more of an embarrassment than noble like them. Yet they dare not cast me out. No... Grandfather would make them pay dearly if they did. Not for me... but for breaking the binding of union between them. An agreement forcing them to stay as one and raise their firstborn heir. At least that’s what I’ve been told... I do not understand it. I do not really want to understand... I just... want to sit by the beach again. The breeze on my face, the sand in our hooves, the sound of lapping water filling my ears. That’s all I want.

They say we cannot leave... Not before they find someone. A bodyguard of sorts. A maid to protect us. Chosen to supervise and watch us. Not a single waking moment should be without her. We are not to leave her side, which would be fine if not for poor Nim... I just feel dreadful for her. She struggles... struggles not to talk... not to eat... not to focus her gaze for too long. It’s all my fault. I just wanted to visit the beach... but I ruined everything.

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