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Stormy-eyed and daily discontented. - Sheba - 09-08-2015
@Glasgow RE: Stormy-eyed and daily discontented. - Glasgow - 09-21-2015 I didn’t know exactly what I was getting myself into, exploring so much. Granted, yes, I had been away for quite some time. However, I needed to rest and get some muscle on my bones before exploring Helovia as a whole. Apparently, despite my mind telling me so, my heart told me differently. I needed to find someone that I could speak with, someone that could understand and listen when needed. Someone that was probably more my age. Though I never did listen to my mind very well. That was evident with Socket, my dead sister. Had I listened to my heart perhaps I could’ve brought her back. The possibility was very bright in the back of my mind with every breath I took, grateful and hating, the fact that I was still walking this earth. And as I approached a place I hadn’t seen ever before, the beauty that resided in it pained my heart with an effort. She probably would have enjoyed this place. But as I walked further in, I noticed parts of it held water that resembled more so of ponds than anything else. That was when I remembered her narcissism. Perhaps it wouldn’t have lasted after all. She was too engulfed in herself to notice anything different. I knew better, though. I always had. However, as I rounded a corner – joints aching with every step of the day – I noticed a pale creature in the distance. Rather than getting my hopes up like I had been known to do, I waited to get closer to this aura before deciding it to be someone who it would be hard to believe was real again. I grew closer, slow strides that weren’t quiet in the slightest. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on them. I didn’t want to scare them, after all. I wasn’t anything to look at. Scarred face that looked as though I couldn’t see and couldn’t speak. Granted, I didn’t enjoy speaking. I rarely did it. My voice cracked in weird places and it was nearly embarrassing for an ex diplomat, as I had been previously. As I walked into hearing range, I offered a nicker as a hello in the direction of the other equine. Still hazy eyes watching what smelled to me like a mare finding a breakfast under the view of a beautiful tree. She seemed old enough to have seen some interesting things in her life that maybe – just maybe – I wouldn’t be the scariest thing she saw all day. I'm a lifeless face you'll soon forget.' @Sheba Old Ladies Unite! xD RE: Stormy-eyed and daily discontented. - Sheba - 09-25-2015
@Glasgow RE: Stormy-eyed and daily discontented. - Glasgow - 09-27-2015 I approached further, staying rather quiet which was probably a bad idea. I should have at least said something. However, before I could form the words in my head to speak to her, she spoke to me. A simple humorous Hello. I wondered what she could be so excited about. Perhaps the gorgeous Birdsong day put her in a good mood? Or perhaps something entirely different. I wasn’t so sure, but I wasn’t going to let it bother me. I dipped my head to her gently, offering her a small smile. “Ah, hello there.” I spoke softly, trying to keep my voice from cracking from the many years of being unused. I wasn’t exactly sure where to go from here, but I approached with a good amount of distance between the mare and I as to not get in a bubble she may have created. Eyes glanced over her before turning to the tree, enjoying the streaks of sun that slid through the leaves and onto my pelt. A few moments later, I turned my attention to the mare once more. “I’m Glasgow. I apologize for barging in on you.” I said gently, voice growing a bit stronger as I grew more confident in my voice. I dropped my gaze from the mare in a curious manner before looking to the ground. Still wondering what perhaps put the mare in such a good and entertained mood, hoping that it wasn’t me. Though also understanding if it were me. Perhaps I could get along better if people laughed at my appearance rather than be frightened of it. She looked a lot like me in some aspects. She was of a porcelain coloring as was I. She was graced with a singular horn whereas I carried dual horns and one broken off. A shame, really. Though a token to show that I fought for my sister and left a mark in the Darkness. I guess I was kind of proud of it in a way, at least the courage I had to actually fight it. Not so much the pain and scars afterward. But would I do it again? In a heartbeat. I'm a lifeless face you'll soon forget.' @Sheba SORRY IT'S POO :c |