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11-18-2015, 06:08 PM
ARELI
Do you still believe in love, I wonder?
Do you still believe in love, I wonder?
The filly’s ears flickered slightly as hooves crunched across the sand towards her prone form, but she still did not look up, expecting only the boy and more angry words. Instead, a gentle voice and a soft nudge surprised her. Startled, Areli raised a tear-streaked face to look at the stranger. A black and white pegasus stood beside her, wearing an expression full of concern as she asked where it hurt. “Everywhere!” came the melodramatic reply, with a choked hiccup for good measure. But the mare seemed too level-headed to buy much into that performance, so after a moment she quietly relented. “’M’alright, I think,” Areli murmured, gingerly stretching each wing before slowly attempting to rise. Perhaps her shoulder bore an ugly bruise from where she had hit Aeolus and her lungs were still a little phlegmy, but she could walk without falling—and that was an improvement over the boy’s limp at least. She shot a scowl over at the older colt, pouting at his indifference. Who did he think he was, anyway?
“’M’Areli,” she told the older mare, remembering her manners. “’n’ this’s Bee. We live in the Falls.” Her eyes flickered once more to the sulky boy and then back to the lady before her. “Are you his mama?” she asked, wondering what the connection between them was. He didn’t really look like her, but then again, she looked nothing like anyone in her family. Where her Mama was fair, she was dark, and where Papa and Ilios grew horns, her forehead was bare. It was certainly possible that the painted mare could have birthed this odd stripy gold creature, though she obviously hadn’t passed down her compassion. Indignant, Areli snorted self-righteously and tossed her sopping hair.
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