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05-26-2014, 10:24 AM
I can't help but prance and dance as I follow the Red-Maned Mare. I know this path. It's the way home. It's the way back to Kahlua, Kaj, the Moon Goddess, my family, but I also know she will twist the story when telling the Queen and King about it. She'll say I was the first to attack, perhaps she'll even say I killed a few horses? She'll make me the bad guy. What if I get demoted? If I do, I'll leave the World's Edge. I'll run away and never come back. I wouldn't want to live in shame and embarrassment the rest of my life. I'd hate that.
I guess it all comes down to who Kahlua and Kaj will believe. Will they believe me when I tell them Circuta knocked me out and the black warrior with the panther tried to electrocute me? What about when this red-maned mare dragged me away? Oh yes, I remember it. I remember the white stallion with the crazy hair. I remember the fear running through my veins. I remember everything down to the bitter smell of burnt flesh. "I always liked playing games with birds." I snort at her. Why does she call me a bird? If I am a bird, does that make her a narwhal? "I am no bird, mare. I am a horse." My voice is stern and cold. I give her a harsh glance. She continues to speak and I can't help but want to kick her and fly away. "Does the wall kept you warm? I always found stones cold." I can't help but let out a sarcastic 'HA!'. "Glass is not stone." I am sour with her. I purposefully try to argue back with every little invalid point the bitch makes.
She begins moving, and I know she will continue until she finds my leaders. "Leaders of The Edge, I come baring gifts." I am actually surprised that she finds some wit and stops at the borders. That is the mistake I made when trying to find Rostislav. I didn't stop. I think they overreacted, but I should have expected that from a bunch of batshit crazy, mentally ill, horses. I stop prancing/walking/dancing and halt. I stand at a dead stop. I don't want them to get mad at me. I don't want my Queen and King to hate me. I don't want to be demoted. I don't want to be the mare everyone stares at and points at. I don't want them to make jokes about me. Does anyone ever want to be the worst seer ever? No.
I guess it all comes down to who Kahlua and Kaj will believe. Will they believe me when I tell them Circuta knocked me out and the black warrior with the panther tried to electrocute me? What about when this red-maned mare dragged me away? Oh yes, I remember it. I remember the white stallion with the crazy hair. I remember the fear running through my veins. I remember everything down to the bitter smell of burnt flesh. "I always liked playing games with birds." I snort at her. Why does she call me a bird? If I am a bird, does that make her a narwhal? "I am no bird, mare. I am a horse." My voice is stern and cold. I give her a harsh glance. She continues to speak and I can't help but want to kick her and fly away. "Does the wall kept you warm? I always found stones cold." I can't help but let out a sarcastic 'HA!'. "Glass is not stone." I am sour with her. I purposefully try to argue back with every little invalid point the bitch makes.
She begins moving, and I know she will continue until she finds my leaders. "Leaders of The Edge, I come baring gifts." I am actually surprised that she finds some wit and stops at the borders. That is the mistake I made when trying to find Rostislav. I didn't stop. I think they overreacted, but I should have expected that from a bunch of batshit crazy, mentally ill, horses. I stop prancing/walking/dancing and halt. I stand at a dead stop. I don't want them to get mad at me. I don't want my Queen and King to hate me. I don't want to be demoted. I don't want to be the mare everyone stares at and points at. I don't want them to make jokes about me. Does anyone ever want to be the worst seer ever? No.
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