I had come out to get some air. I could come out to get away from the ever-growing crowd that was joining Eris and I's pack of misfits. I needed breathing room. I needed time to think.
Time doesn't come easily. Go back. Go train. Go deploy. Schwere chastised as I continued to gallop back toward the Thistle Meadow.
It was a sense of freedom, the wind in my hair the dirt being kicked up from my feet. I could ignore the voices for the time being even though I felt them pressing up against me, pulling at my hair with the tendrils of wind, and begging for my attention. They wanted to be heard, but I didn't want to listen to their stories. I wanted more of a chance to be alone.
Of course, that didn't seem as though it could happen. The world didn't want me to be alone. It couldn't want me to have a chance to be alone, it couldn't if it had gifted me with the ability to hear all of these voices.
Feel. Be calm. It'll all be alright if you allow yourself to feel... Innerste told me and I simply shook my head before coming to a halt not too far from the entrance to the meadow. I settled near a grove of trees, looking out at the painted stag and the fiery bird that was ripping apart a hare.
He looked so familiar.
Midas. From the Throat. You met when you had come, that bird gave you that feather in your tail... Innerste explained as the memories slowly came back. Midas, she says. So, I allow my legs to carry me out a bit closer.
"Midas." I say, dipping my head in a greeting,
"How has the Throat been faring? Everyone well?" I inquire, stopping about ten feet from him, a smile curling up the corner of my lips as the facade of emotions fell swiftly over my frame.
It had become too easy to fake that I could truly feel. Far, far too easy...
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