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09-13-2016, 06:35 AM
She regretted her choice of action as soon as the blob on the horizon grew into the discernible shape of a stallion. What was she thinking, throwing herself at the mercy of one of her least favorite persons in this world? Did she want him to poke fun at her? Erthë had never considered herself to be masochistic before, but then again her actions in the past could make the sanest person doubt themselves. Maybe there was a stroke of insanity running through her family tree - not that she would know, as she barely knew anything about her parents let alone extended blood relatives - it would certainly explain a lot.
Rikyn stopped when they had come within talking range - not so close as to feel cozy, but not so far as to have to shout either - and the filly did the same, still scolding herself for being an idiot and what was she thinking, and was that a deer hiding behind the big, bulky, inexplicably
His choice of greeting made her grimace, and the smile that forced itself onto her marble face was rather strained.
"Oh, you know. Dragging along, you could say. It'll be better when the snow comes and I don't feel like I'm constantly melting." There, wasn't she a good girl for not taking the bait? No explosions, no snide retorts, no sassy replies. She was being positively boring.
Pale eyes trailed over the young man in a seemingly casual way that took in more than it appeared to. It felt strange to realize that his features still were foreign to her; Rikyn had been a presence for a good portion of her life, if perhaps not a very prominent one, and in her mind Erthë had formed a picture of him that wasn't all that accurate. Certain things always managed to surprise her whenever their paths crossed; like how big her actually was, and how vibrant the gold of his eyes could be whenever they weren't narrowed in irritation.
It unsettled the young mare that she couldn't bring herself to think of him as ugly no matter how much she wished to; she was grateful to have something new to look at, quickly turning her attention upon the young stag instead.
"Who might this be?" she asked, unaware of how much her face softened while facing the cerndyr. "I don't recall seeing him last time we met..?"
Rubbing her dry, itching eyes on a knee she glanced back at Rikyn with the half question hanging in the air.
ERTHË
I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm
@Rikyn - ugh muse died halfway, sorry if it's patchy
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