She couldn't help the tinkling giggle that swam from her lips at his account of her bursting into flames. She thought the word 'meltdown' fit pretty well and she smiled softly. She turned her honey orbs back towards the water, while her mind wondered her gaze shifted slightly out of focus. She could see that evil brute's face looming over her for the last time. She could remember something in her mind snap like a long dead twig. 'Was I dead at the time?' She thought sadly her mind lost in the past. As she walked down memory lane her blank mask slid from her face, but she was unaware that her company would be bale to see her true feelings. She could almost feel her foal muscles tensing as anger flooded her mind, it was is a levy in her brain finally gave way to the pulsing fire behind it. he was about to attack her again and she would not allow it, not this time. Parelia watched her younger self's head bow covering her face, hiding the anger with disrepair.

She could all but hear his chuckling and feel his breath on her neck, "Stupid worthless filly." He seemed to growl into delicate ears. As he turned from her toying with young emotions, Parelia the foal leapt for him. Teeth tore at tender leg muscles, and she lost herself in the gore. All she could remember after the first attack, was the pounding in her head, the thrum in her veins, and the dead stallion as well as the filly who had lured her in. Fear and gripped the youthful heart, and she had fled.

A sudden touch brought Parelia back in a rush. She almost squealed when she reached, mentally, to tighten her mask and found it missing. A soft voice whispered for her to leave it where it had fallen, to let someone in. her pride roared it's outrage at this ridiculous remark and demanded to return it now! No she was not hearing other people talking to her, don't be silly. The sweet mare had always longed for a companion to show her true feelings to. Someone she could share it all with, her past, short comings, even her loneliness... She left the mask on the floor and turned to face the handsome stud beside her.

Ears pricked forward drawing in the words greedily as Ciceron spoke. The words themselves made her knees quiver lightly, but the tone turned them sour. She searched his face slowly, carefully examining him. Then she was sure he thought she was joking, when silver eyes screamed of playfulness. Gentle chiseled features sloped down in confusion tinged with worry, and dejection. Disappointing eyes tilted towards the cave floor, before taking a deep breath to quell the misery in her soft voice, "No Ciceron, I mean I..." Her voice faltered as her eyes drifted towards his silver orbs her vocals picked back up, "I might love you." 'Let the chips fall where they may.' The thought banged around in her head before leaving her numb and breathless. Why in the world had the warrior said that?

"Speach"’Thoughts’
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OOC:; Yay! Finally done! @[Ciceron]