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Cold. Frosted, midnight cold. It kissed her legs, ran a mother's hand over her muzzle. How she wanted to simply lie down and sleep. It would not do. Ophelia's voice murmured a question, and Tor opened her eyes, her dark brown eyes. There was concern in her voice. Ophelia was a kind mare. The mare's tired mind drifted, to simply hoping that she and Ophelia may become great friends one day. But the flame of friendship takes time to kindle. Precious, slow time. Wake up. Don't go to dreamland. In a couple of slow moments, the tobiano realized both unicorns were standing over- indeed, Mauja was nearly touching her poll, and his shoulder was very close to touching Ophelia's. Did they have something... going on between them? Maybe. Maybe not. Just like how she had nothing 'going on' with any horse. Suddenly, she found the idea that she had not loved anyone before. She had never wanted to carry a little foal, to lean on a stallion's shoulder, to gallop with a foal at her heels and a noble husband at her shoulders. Why? What is love? Are there different kinds of love? Why had she hated before, but never loved? Why were species racist? Why did Mirage win? Who was Mirage? Did she deserve to win? But Mauja... Mauja had earned himself a bad rep. But did he deserve to be thrown from his throne, outcasted? Stop asking politic questions, Tor. You said you would never do that.
"Thank you. I simply need to rest. In a couple of minutes, most of my energy will have returned." Tor murmured. For another minute, she remained, but the cold was growing strong and restless in her. With a mighty heave of her great body, she rolled onto her belly, and scrambled up, hind legs searching for purchase on the slippery stone floor. She almost stumbled, but she stood. Although she didn't allow to show it through her body, exhaustion flooded her with another powerful wave, grasping at her muscles, pulling down at her suddenly lead-heavy legs. Snow dusted her pelt, only her left side, awkwardly enough. "So, do we depart? You must have a rebellion to start, Mauja. " Tor gave a low chuckle. Like she said, she didn't care about politics- as long as Mauja reinforced he would not injure her, she gave little care to if he owned the World's Edge again. Racists were in every breed. That couldn't be helped. But- "And Ophelia... if you would like to travel with me, I would welcome company."
"talk talk talk"
move move move
think think think
OOC: tamme, if you want we can roleplay Ophelia and Tor maybe getting to know each better. I think they would make very good friends <3
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