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06-30-2017, 03:05 PM
Returning the steely gaze with her own level one, the young mare was silent for a moment as the seriousness of his retort reached her. The half smile faded from her lips, and a vague sense of shame replaced it as she realized that she had frightened him.
She. Had frightened Volterra.
The notion was so absurd that it took a long time for it to fully sink in. It was as if the two concepts of fear and the large stallion repelled one another, like magnets of the same polarity pushing the other away by its very nature. The man always seemed so confident, so self assured in that bull-headed, arrogant way, that it was nigh impossible to imagine him as someone capable of normal emotions.
But, she realized, that idea was ridiculous in and of itself. Of course he had feelings - he was alive, wasn't he? His chest heaved with breath, his eyes burned and as she reached out a small, cold nose to place it upon his neck, she knew she would feel the beat of his pulse right there, strong and persistent.
"I am sorry" she said quietly. "It was not my intention to belittle your concern. I..."
But she was interrupted by the arrival of the dragons. Their entry into the clearing was as abrupt and unexpected as their master's had been, and as always their glittering splendor drew her attention away from everything else. Smiling widely at the sight of their raucous game, Erthë's mind filled with images of gold and crimson, of wing and claw and gleaming scales. Without meaning to, she laughed out loud in delight at the sight of them and turned back to Volterra with sheer joy brightening her features, renewed vigor leaving her legs all a tremble in a sudden urge to run or dance.
"I am happy to see you, my friend. All of you! It has been too long, how have you been?"
Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
@Volterra
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