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F a e l e n e
who do you think you are?
First, she was only accompanied by heavy notes of her breathing. Now and forever more she would hate craving air, demanding it. It reminded her too much of Death's harsh grasp. Little did the stars move, and the dark lady's stance grew more steady more secure. Hell or high water she had made it and she would make sure they new she lived. She would find out what had befallen Lady Psyche. It was with careful effort she tested her weight one limb to the next for the familiar path to the pool.
Thoughts of what she would do when she reached it were interrupted. Someone was coming. Hooves upon rock, whip cords thrashing against the still air. She had to wonder did she want to encounter this guard? Would she know them? Would the alarm be sounded?
Relax. When Onni had found her there had been no fickle thoughts, and warping fear. Why now? Silently, the red maned cursed the feeling to leave. Damned if she would let fear rule her. Gingerly, the Thief halted, raised her crown in dignity, letting silver eyes turn to the one coming. They would be greeted, she had to get it over with, had to move on with life. She never expected what was to happen.
Reserved features dropped, that voice calling her name. If she had arrived in any worse shape she would have assumed her brain had been severely injured. That she wasn't awake. Could it be? Frozen, held captive by memories, and weakened heart he bounded to her. It was then she would not think he was any different. He was still her brother Tolio. The one painted in red, with eyes likened to her steel pair. The Unicorn she had easily loved as if blood really bonded them. A laugh of disbelief, felicity, and surprise escaped her. "Tolio," the lady murmured, purposefully looking to his brilliant white horn, to the ground where his hooves settled. He looked considerably well, and she was eager to hear where he had been, how he was, and when he had returned. About to offer her own nose to his, he too had been peering closely over her frame and easily found the healing scars.
His fierce grace did not seem anything different to her, because she never doubted he would use the weapon upon his head. She had long believed if they had to go to battle he would be beside her, they would each watch each other's backs. He wouldn't hesitate to fight, rip, and maim. The same time she felt like she could utter any name and he would seek the son of a bitch out and paint the snow with their entrails while yelling at the top of his lungs in warning. When he said it himself this touched part of her that she had tried to keep dormant. The idea of caring, and being cared for. If only there was a name to give him. It seemed easier if there had been than to admit truth. Had she not already known what she would say to questions? Straining chest muscles, trying not to spook him from the intense anger, the lady stretched on hooves, and brushed a dark muzzle against the edge of his cheek.
"This was caused by my broken magic, while I was trying to help others from Death. Though, there is a new scar on my limb I carry from the Resolute I do not have any quarrel with her...for now." There was a faint grin to her lips, before she breathed in his scent if that would make him more real than his very voice, and solid form. "You,all in one piece, dashing as ever, and home. Tell me how long?" How long had she could have had a piece of her sanity back. With a more definite smile, the red maned looked upon him. "I have really missed you brother."
@[Tolio]
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