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09-14-2012, 01:01 AM
She had never been one to beg her way back into good graces with anyone. Rather, she took their forgiveness from them, not giving them the chance to bequeath it. Perhaps it was her feminine charm that she utilized quite easily, or perhaps it was her sly tongue, weaving stories and fantasies for anyone to believe. In any case, as she contemplated her return to the Edge - quite late, now that she was already far within the borders - she could see no scenario in which she would beg. That was for the lesser creatures of the world - the Equines, perhaps, and the Pegasi. Though, perhaps even the Pegasi would not stoop so low. At least they were worthy opponents, or more so than the simple Equines. And she was far mightier than any of them.
Psyche did not even stop to consider the effect that time might have had on her relationship with Mauja. She was not naive enough to think that she could waltz right in and everything would be just as she had left it, but she was arrogant enough to believe that she was the center of the universe, and that he would instantly return to her side, and she into his good graces. Never would she imagine that he might have moved on, that he might not care for her to return to the Edge. No, she was convinced that he would be pleased at her appearance, that he would desire her as he had before. And it was on this that the dark femme was relying.
What Psyche certainly did not expect was to see anyone out this late, particularly not a foal. And so when she saw the form emerge from the mist, not big enough to even be weaned yet, she tensed immediately. What in the world? But then she saw the barely sprouted horn from the center of his forehead, and she relaxed. He was of her kind, then, and likely from the Edge herd. Psyche's mind raced - she could use this. A daring rescue of a foal wandered off, down the side of the cliff, no less, and she would have instant gratitude. She smiled, satisfied, and threw a greeting softly into the ocean's breeze. "Hello, young one. What are you doing wandering about without your mother, and so late?"
Psyche did not even stop to consider the effect that time might have had on her relationship with Mauja. She was not naive enough to think that she could waltz right in and everything would be just as she had left it, but she was arrogant enough to believe that she was the center of the universe, and that he would instantly return to her side, and she into his good graces. Never would she imagine that he might have moved on, that he might not care for her to return to the Edge. No, she was convinced that he would be pleased at her appearance, that he would desire her as he had before. And it was on this that the dark femme was relying.
What Psyche certainly did not expect was to see anyone out this late, particularly not a foal. And so when she saw the form emerge from the mist, not big enough to even be weaned yet, she tensed immediately. What in the world? But then she saw the barely sprouted horn from the center of his forehead, and she relaxed. He was of her kind, then, and likely from the Edge herd. Psyche's mind raced - she could use this. A daring rescue of a foal wandered off, down the side of the cliff, no less, and she would have instant gratitude. She smiled, satisfied, and threw a greeting softly into the ocean's breeze. "Hello, young one. What are you doing wandering about without your mother, and so late?"
