Clearly, this wasn't going to be the open and lighthearted chat like the first one they had shared. How sad wasn't it, that as soon as that first tactile bond had been established, you automatically began to assume things about others. Like their goodness, their strength, the durability of their minds. Mostly it was nothing but preconceptions and platitudes plastered onto another like labels to reassure yourself, to try and mold them after your own measure so that when weighed, they would always be on the right side.
Come to think of it, hadn't it been stupid to make promises in the first place? Two strangers meeting for the first time should never make vows - they were so damn easy to break. What obligations did you have to care for the heart of another, what weight did their opinions have, when it came down to it?
This was the kind of situation you ended up with after getting ahead of yourself. Two horses, wishing for friendship but separated by.. different views? And yet when they first met, Lace could never have believed that Faelene was one to run with the kind of people that lived at the Basin. Racists, narrow minded unicorns with nothing but blood and hatred on their minds.
And she wanted him to be understanding?
"No? Then how am I supposed to look at you, Faelene? Do you even realize that we're on different sides here?
Please, give me a reason to trust you. Tell me why you stay with them. I want to be your friend, but you're making it damn hard..."
Was it anger, was it sadness? He wasn't sure, but the intensity of the words only reflected the tightness he felt in the chest as he looked at the beautiful mare. She looked warm, as if she'd been running for a long time; even across the well-measured distance between them he could feel her scent. He was glad that Fajira was off hunting. Things wouldn't get easier if the little dragon began to meddle in the discussion - Lace was having a hard time controlling his emotions as it was.
A part of him wanted to shout at her, blame her for the capture of Kiara, Solstice, for the absence of Mirage that had placed such heavy burdens on his shoulders - he wished to clench the teeth around her slender neck and shake her until she realized how wrong it was for his friend to be siding with the ones who threatened to harm his family...
But how could he? Lace was as much in the wrong. Hadn't he participated in the invasion that ultimately drove the dove away from a place she had called home? Maybe she held a grudge for that, maybe there were other reasons why she stayed there... He would give her a chance to explain. Please, do let it be a good one - but in his heart, Lace truly felt that no excuse would be good enough to justify the things her herd mates were doing. What she was becoming accomplice to.
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