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About the time that the mare responded to her question, her deep voice not exactly cheerful but not off-putting either, that she realized how much of a disappointment she was. Here she was, with a brand new stranger, and she couldn’t drag herself out of her sorrows!
Closing her eyes for a moment, she felt as her magic worked even here – replenishing the poorer subterranean soils. No, she could not drag herself away from what she had seen, how she had failed her friends, but she could distract herself from it, she could pretend that she had forgotten. “Sorry.” Though she wasn’t altogether sure what she was apologizing for. Sorry for being terrible company, perhaps, or for assuming that the mare had been here for longer. Either way, it was enough to make her regret her oh-so-cheery greeting and – once she opened her eyes - actually focus on the mare for the first time. Maybe she wasn’t the cheerful chatty type that Alysanne usually found herself associated with, but she was company – and she wasn’t openly mean. That was certainly enough for her.
No matter how wretched and worthless she felt, it was no excuse for being rude.
“Not exactly a warm greeting to a new land, is it? Where is it that you came from?” Sometimes it was easy to forget that there were others like her, who had come from other lands – that there were so many other regions she had never even heard of. Still, they had both somehow managed to find themselves here and that was something. A smile, finally, appeared as she forced herself to focus on the mare before her and not anything else. The plants might have provided a welcome distraction for a time, but nothing quite compared to a living and breathing distraction.
This mare didn’t seem lost, didn’t seem like she had given up hope. Maybe that was because she had just gotten here – maybe that was because she hadn’t seen her family infected and twisted. Or maybe she was just stronger. That last assumption was one that the white and black Pegasus was happy to cling onto. She needed to learn how to be strong and had run out of ideas. Holding her head a little higher, she finally remembered her manners. “I’m Aly, by the way.”
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