hey sister, do you still believe in love, i wonder? Edge. She asks for the Edge. Rasta supposes that it can be done, and so she bobs her head in agreement. However, the heat exhaustion has left her weary, and so she wishes for a few more days in order to accomplish this. "Perhaps you could spread her ashes over the Edge - allow her to forever be free?" she offers before shifting her weight and listening to the next words from her mouth. "Could we go in a weak. I'm still recuperating from an illness and I'd much prefer not to push anything," It was quiet words, simple responses and gentle care that she spoke with. They would do this for this mare's companion - regardless of the actions that led to her death. It was the honourable thing to do. So, blind eyes gazed towards the winged one's frame as she pressed up against her friend. They would do this. She would be strong, and she would get through the burial that she had never been able to give to her own companion when he had passed. |
Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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