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11-10-2013, 01:11 PM
 The filly smiled. It only made Kahlua want to hide more. Who could be happy when everything was so terrible? Dear Kahlua, Antheia's voice echoed in her head again and she wanted to cry. Unfortunately, her tears were all used up. Her eyes burned from the rivers of useless saltwater that had poured from them. Her cheeks were stained with white, a brand that screamed of her sorrow. She was a useless mess but she had never really had to deal with sorrow before. Of course a fire had eaten away at her lands but she had not seen her family burn. In moments of clarity she knew they were dead, but most often the painted girl preferred to think that they were still alive- that her twin and her parents still roamed the lands. Somewhere else, but somewhere where they were living. No, the insolent filly demanded and, if it was possible, Kahlua decided immediately to dislike her further. Her ears remained pulled back tightly, her lips tightened into a pursed look. She had never been more like her brother Fuhrer than she was in this moment. Auntie wants to talk to you, she continued, and Kahlua rolled her eyes with a stamp of her hoof. “I don't know who that is,” she snapped, “because I don't know who you are.” The mare seemed drained of much of her beauty at this point. Too many troubles had plagued her mind in these past few days. She was not made for such things. Still, Kahlua was not made for being mad. So, with a sigh and a dramatic swish of her tail, she decided to speak again. Her voice was still hard but at least she was giving an opening. “Listen, you have until the sun touches the tree tops. So make it quick. After that, I'm screaming.” The time frame Kahlua had given was not much. At best, it was 15 minutes. The tiny child was brave for her age. Since she was so young, she would certainly be clumsy and slow. Kahlua thought she should be more careful. All it would take was one whinny into the winds for a warrior to come running. And certainly the babe would be no match for a trained killer. At least, that gave Kahlua comfort. @[Abishia]- Sorry, apparently Kahlua doesn't grieve well >.< |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
