[As much as she sometimes wished for it, there was no comfort for her to be found in drink- no pleasant haziness or soft blur. She was a little jealous of humans for that, sometimes.]

I have many half-siblings, actually. But only Yubari and I look passable as brother and sister.

[They both were spitting images of their dam, and so each other. They were closest in age, just one foaling season apart. Birthed when the broodmare forced to bear them was younger, before she started losing them more frequently before finally succumbing to one that wouldn’t come out. But she doesn’t know anything about that Armless woman beyond what she looked like from a distance, and how she sounded when sent off to stud. Yubari, though-]

… He is the only one I trusted. And the only one who believed in me- that a mare could become a warlord’s horse.

[Something to have in common… her gaze grows distant, her fingers rub absently along the stem of her wine glass. What was he like… ? Even that, she would have known better if she herself were less cold, and more kind… if she had let him call her “sister” in public…]

He was not as good a shot as I am, but he was a fine archer. A better craftsman- he made my arrows. He was loyal… more understanding. … Kinder.

[(If she went back… if she survived by some miracle… Perhaps she could apologize-)]