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Perhaps the worst thing about being in this body was that it robbed her of clean breaks and graceful getaways. She could not tear away dramatically, nor glide away with cold dignity--instead it took all that she had to hold her head high as she hobbled towards the willows. After a pause, she could hear December's hoofbeats behind her, but she did not turn. Sheba was not a forgiving creature by nature, and though she gained a twisted gratification from the giantess' heavy footsteps trailing her, she did not stop walking until the larger mare physically blocked her path. "Excuse me," she murmured evenly, gaze fixed firmly ahead. While there was a slight edge to her voice, she didn't dare raise it to the no-nonsense mare. When it became clear that December was not going anywhere, she pressed her lips together in displeasure but said nothing more--if she had gathered anything about the other mare, it was that she did as she pleased, and being the smaller of the pair, there was little that she could do about it. Still refusing to meet December's eyes, she flicked an ear towards her in acknowledgement and prepared for a lecture delivered in that slow and steady voice, chastising her for her temper.
But none came.
Instead, the massive chest shifted forward and before she could react, it met her own. December's neck came down over hers and held her there--gently, but firmly. An embrace. The gesture caught her so off guard that she stiffened, then went limp, too shocked to wriggle free. And then the giantess was pulling away again, and tugging a trinket from her mane, and then back her muzzle came again to fasten it in her own. "I am here for you should you ever need me," she rumbled.
For a moment more, Sheba simply stood, speechless, slowly turning her head to regard the tiny pink blossom nested amongst her grubby tangles. When she looked back to December, there was a nearly unreadable expression on her face, but the anger was gone. Instead, her features seemed to hold a question.
"Why?" Sheba asked, gaze searching for December's. For the moment, Miykael was set aside. "Why...why would you do that?"
"speech"
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