you shine brighter than anyone

Sohalia

Legends spoke of the Ceffyl Dŵr as a mist-horse that lured unwary travelers to their deaths. Sohalia, however, was unaware of any such legends, and as she righted herself, she watched in wonder as the creature drew steadily closer. It was interesting, this mist-horse, and her fingers itched for her journal.
How would she capture such a magnificent beast, its form both corporeal and shifting fog all at once?

But thoughts of drawing the Ceffyl Dŵr rapidly disappeared as it came to a stop before her, its hooves settling on the water's still surface. Sohalia took a step closer, and then another, until her skirts brushed the edge of the lake, the cloth dampening with water and mud. So wrapped up was she in the Ceffyl Dŵr that she did not hear the man's approach, nor his call of warning, and she reached out one hand hesitantly, almost as though in a trance, offering it to the mist-horse for it to sniff.

She laughed brightly as the Ceffyl Dŵr bumped her hand with its nose, surprised to find that the creature was indeed solid. Its soft nose felt remarkably like that of a normal horse (if a bit damp), and she took a step closer still. A moment passed, then two, and then the creature sank to its knees before her. Sohalia gasped; it seemed to be offering her a ride!

and that's the hope I have
the only thing I know that's keeping me alive