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So why exactly are you explaining yourself to a stranger? It's hard to say. You know that feeling- the one where all your inhibitions are gone and you just fee like you need to tell all your stories to some stranger because you're best friends now, even though you only met a few minutes ago? Maybe this is something like that, something that your hazed mind is telling you is the best course of action. You're not really sure, and in a moment of welcome clarity you try to think about it, but as quickly as your brain was working, it is gone again, and you're left just as confused as ever. Besides, you guess if you have to have company that the Tribal stallion isn't all that bad. He's dealing with your stupidity pretty well, all things considered, and he hasn't tried to beat you when you're down, so that's a plus... Maybe he's not so bad. Not that I'm looking for a friend, you remind yourself, thoughts echoing in the fog of your mind, images of Parelia coming and going, a winged mare who you let your guard down around. You're not going to make that mistake again. And then he's smiling, leaning in, getting close to you and you tilt your head backwards, still leery of the snake even though she's stopped her bobbing and weaving. “Of course she was mad,” you spit back, trying to stifle a laugh, because even though you're trying your best to be mad there's just something too funny about the caveman's theatrics. “And if you like her, you better teach her not to scream every time she attacks,” you offer as you think of how she gave away her position every time she got close. Not that you'd mind if she did. One day you're going to find her and end her pitiful existence. At the thought, your ears raise up from your head and you try to force your body to stand. A few pains from your sides remind you why you're so overly drugged, but eventually you make it back to standing, swaying a little bit but ultimately leaning your right side against a different, near-by tree. I don't stand up fine without the tree. As far as company goes, Gaucho isn't too bad. Oxy |
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