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03-17-2016, 11:26 PM
V I T A N I "I assure you that sexism has nothing to do with it, I simply find the arrangement of your features displeasing. Does it not tire you to be so effortlessly perfect all the time? I can only imagine why our illustrious herd leader tolerates you, but one cannot account for taste." I snicker softly as his words hang on the air. The pair banters back and forth a bit more, but I kind check out of the conversation. After all, not really my fight to pick. But at least I showed Ezital that I can be sassy still too. Sarabi keeps listening close in case I need to speak. But my mind wanders. It wanders back to those long days of my Mother cleaning and digging to try and make an herb garden. A project that had never been finished and had all but grown back over the last time we had been down that way. Those days had been spent learning from her, eager to follow in her and my Father's hoofsteps. I had wanted to be both a healer and a warrior back then. Now, well I don't know where I belong. I have neither parent to guide me, not that at my age I really need them to... But it would of been nice. But then, as suddenly as she had come it seemed the unwelcome guest was leaving. Sarabi mentally told me what she had last said. "Gods help us all," I scoffed softly. What gods? They only use us as pawns and toss us away I allowed the bitterness to flow freely in my voice. I care not if she turns around an comes back. Honestly I hope she does not. My gaze flashes to Ezital, before looking out over the edge of the path. There was a reason I tended to keep to myself and stay up in this cave. So that no one would be allowed to hurt me again. Talk Sarabi Talks |
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