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11-24-2012, 06:02 PM
At Evers' reply, Tallow nodded her head. Happiness at company. That was nice. She glanced at him and cocked her head at his suspicion. Why was he suspicious. "What is wrong?" Her dark green eyes queried him. She threw her head slightly. "You don't think I could cause you harm, hopefully, as I am only new to the Edge, few months. Suddenly the dark horse she constantly saw stood there, his frame overpowering. He lifted his head and snorted. Tallow's body froze in terror, mixed with something else. When her lips moved, her eyes became normal again. She looked at Orinthia. She felt like running away, like she was running away, from her past. "You're lucky. You're lucky that your past doesn't stop you from making friends. You're lucky that it's not your fault that everyone you love is dead. You're lucky you don't see the dead everywhere." Tallow's voice was small, whisper-like. A voice inside her head told her they wouldn't believe her. She told herself, I have to move on, I can't lie in the past, even though it would be impossible, she knew. But she could try.
Tallow looked at Orinthia, no doubt she was confused by the muddle of herds. "Sorry Orinthia. I think our words are confusing you." The words were calm, friendly. "If you want, I can take you back to The World's Edge with me. We have campfires made by Mirage." She looked at her earnestly. Thinking of her mate; and Mariah twisted the cords of her heart. It honestly hurt her physically. She knew she shouldn't bottle in pain or sadness, but she had to, didn't she? She didn't want to be thought of as weird.
Tallow looked at Orinthia, no doubt she was confused by the muddle of herds. "Sorry Orinthia. I think our words are confusing you." The words were calm, friendly. "If you want, I can take you back to The World's Edge with me. We have campfires made by Mirage." She looked at her earnestly. Thinking of her mate; and Mariah twisted the cords of her heart. It honestly hurt her physically. She knew she shouldn't bottle in pain or sadness, but she had to, didn't she? She didn't want to be thought of as weird.
