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01-18-2016, 08:03 PM
Dasmine walked at a light trot to keep up with the unicorn. She had been walking for days, a few more strides wouldn't be too bad for her. She hated to slow Caneo down so she tried to match his pace. Though she did not reply to his few comments she did however take note of them. Glad that he did not even care to know about her past life made her happy, she was happy that she didn't have to think to hard about it. As they weaved through the trees the mare hummed a soft tune to herself, one a family of nomads taught her, one she sung to her young child softly to sleep. This was quickly stopped as the memories of that song filled her with grief.
As they continued through the forest Dasmine kept her head held high. She did not want the stallion before her to question a sign of sadness she may have. She was alone with her thoughts for a while, and didn't like that. Every bad thing ate at her like bugs, and she feared that she would be consumed. Thankfully Caneo finally spoke, instructing her to think about what she might want to do with her life. His voice then seemed to trail off leaving her to wonder what he may have been thinking. What would I do? Dasmine questioned to herself. She seemed lost in thought for a few solid moments before she replied. She had no idea what a sneak was but she could never be a warrior, or a healer. Having some else's life in her hands, that would only add to the crimson behind her."I love to make people happy, and tell jokes, and make stories! Is there any job requiring any of those skills?"
As they continued through the forest Dasmine kept her head held high. She did not want the stallion before her to question a sign of sadness she may have. She was alone with her thoughts for a while, and didn't like that. Every bad thing ate at her like bugs, and she feared that she would be consumed. Thankfully Caneo finally spoke, instructing her to think about what she might want to do with her life. His voice then seemed to trail off leaving her to wonder what he may have been thinking. What would I do? Dasmine questioned to herself. She seemed lost in thought for a few solid moments before she replied. She had no idea what a sneak was but she could never be a warrior, or a healer. Having some else's life in her hands, that would only add to the crimson behind her."I love to make people happy, and tell jokes, and make stories! Is there any job requiring any of those skills?"
