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a new slave [Snö, open]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

#11

11-04-2012, 11:31 PM

The shadow-mare began to trot casually in the direction of the herd. It was an easy pace, plowing through the snow, leaving clear tracks. She disliked the fact that their trail would be so easy to find, but she reassured herself with the thought that the nightly snows would cover it. And nightfall was approaching rapidly, as it did here on the Steppe. It wasn't quite obvious, as the sun was hidden behind the thick blanket of heavy grey clouds, but it was not difficult to tell that darkness was overcoming the stark white terrain. A glance to the heavens told her that they would make it to the herd in time to settle for the night, but not by much.

She had nothing to say to her daughter, in truth, and even if she did, she found herself distracted. She had not seen the gixie's father in days, and the realization was a troubling one. She had run before, it was true, but would she have done the same thing if they had just been ousted from their home? It seemed wrong for the leader to desert his followers just because they lost a battle. It was just being a sore loser, and it wasn't something that Psyche approved of. In the back of her head, a little voice piped up. He left right after you returned, dearie, it told her coldly. Coincidence? It hurt to think that way, and the feeling surprised her. She was going soft, and she hated herself for it.

"So, darling," she began, an attempt to remove such thoughts from her mind, "Have you any plans for your future? I'm sure your talents could be well-put to use should you choose to stay with the herd." She tried on a smile, glancing toward her daughter. She had no expectations of the filly, in truth, but if she chose to stay with the exiled Edge, then she would have her choice of positions within the Plague. If she chose to continue wandering with no purpose in life (a silent snort sounded in Psyche's mind at the thought) then it would make no difference. There would be others.

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