Myrrine

She had seen that look before on her own face once. It was when she was thinking about if she would ever belong to any place again. Her heart had been broken and bruised, her mind not really faring well in those times of sorrow. Honestly her entire life had been a blur after Laume had been born. She didn't know where the girl was right now, perhaps trailing behind somewhere, or maybe looking for her once more at their precious thicket. The one that Myrrine didn't even remember anymore. Shaking those thoughts from her mind she made the decision to approach the golden mare, because she knew she had wanted company when she felt so alone. What stopped her in her tracks was the approach of another, causing hazel eyes to widen in worry.

Lately Myrrine had been okay with one on one conversations, but when it came to adding two or three more to the cluster; she was suddenly wary. Her once cheery disposition and desire to make friends with anyone had all but vanished the day she couldn't afford such a luxury anymore, and because of this was rather reluctant to continue with her approach. Yet she was always within about 20 feet of the duo, making it very easy for her to be noticed. Especially with the butterfly wings perched upon her back. Deciding that it would be better to save face by toughing out an awkward encounter, she moved closer, dipping her head politely to both of them.

"Pardon my intrusion on your conversation; it seems that we are all in search of some company today," she murmured, dipping her head politely as a greeting. Her black lips offered the kindest of smiles, even though inside her heart was thrumming anxiously like a trapped bird against her ribcage. She looked at the both of them, hearing an introduction from the masculine stallion first that caused her smile to slightly widen. It was as if he was uncertain, unable to decide where to begin in this conversation he must have accidentally stumbled upon. It was endearing to her, and she couldn't help but feel slightly more warmth towards the stranger than previously. She suppose she was always a sucker for the innocent shy guys. Wait, what? She blinked, mentally shaking her head as she dearly hoped that a blush hadn't appeared on her features as she attempted to remain calm.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Cassius, my name is Myrrine. It's a pleasure to meet you as well Miss, may I please ask your name?" this was the Myrrine everyone, including herself, was used to. The one that said such eloquent things with nothing but politeness, always full of smiles that brought them onto others faces as well. The one who was so sincere and genuine in everything she did that it was hard not to like her. Yes, this was the mask that Myrrine so comfortably wore, because the girl who acted that way without force was gone now. Never to be seen again.

"Talk."

the butterfly is proof that great darkness
can create great beauty