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01-17-2016, 07:08 PM
Zailah I do not know fear She is too, nice enough to reply to her rather dumb small talk. The idea of how stupid this was dared to taint her, but Zailah forced away such thoughts. This was how she was going to move on, whether she liked it or not, Zailah would have to get over her past eventually, and the quicker she did, the better her life would become in this new world. This is what her family would've wanted for her, her kingdom, her child, everyone would've wanted her to fight, to try, to become. It would be such a same to let their hopes for her future become boiled down by the hopelessness of her thoughts. The mare then gives her name, Eldala, a very beautiful name. She thought it fit the small cream mare, it almost made her think of the moonlight fairies, their names were always so unique. "You're a crafter? Do you like work with a band of other crafters? I do not know anything about Helovia outside this island." She muttered, eye brow arching with the confusion that had been brought about her. The swift slicing of wind distracted her as a man of quite massive size cuddled up to this mare's side. She wondered if they were lovers, it seemed as so with the way he drooled all over her. Ugh, love, how disgusting. She almost turned away, but she remained still, not allowing herself to be rude to the first people she had met after the war. He is large, winged, and all rusts, creams, onyxs, and roans. He seemed so plain against her and for the first time ever, she felt like an outcast, an outsider. She did not belong in this world. "I'm Zailah, pleasure to meet." She spoke softly, words lacing with the winds and silks of the worlds to create her melody of a voice. You can do this Zailah. talk |
