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[OOC | So sorry for the wait, and thank you for your patience <3]
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Would she admit to following him? No, of course not. In fact, she would not even admit it to herself. But it was true. He had returned and they had been two among many, and she had not had the chance to speak with him. And so when he set off, she followed, intending to call out to him, to ask him what he wanted, how he would fit in, where they would go from here... 'they' being the Basin, of course. Not the two of them, for they were not a pair. He is not mine, she reminded herself. He is all of ours. The words were meaningless, for still she felt the tug of envy in her heart that stemmed from his relations with the herd. She wished that they would respect her, love her as they did him. But she knew they didn't. Some had never met him, it was true, but they would be wooed into adoring him just as the others had. Such was his way. She was more abrasive than he, with a personality that did not make others inclined to love her. Perhaps she was too vocal with her beliefs, or perhaps she had simply never learned how to empathize with others. Her brief 'romance' with Valentine should have taught her that, for even as he declared love, she regarded him with a distant sort of distaste. I cannot love you, she had told him before casting him out. Was it the right decision? Would he spread tales of her beliefs, her intentions? Would she regret not pretending, not trying harder? Would she regret not giving into that weakness called love? Or was her heart simply reserved for another? Did she even have a heart to give? When Mauja took pause under a tree, she, too, had halted, considered even then that it might be prudent to greet him. But he moved on, and she remained silent. She was too far away to catch those words that he had spoken, and she was left to wonder about his thoughts, emotions, intentions. And then he came upon another, a dark-hued stallion with a strange, skull-like white marking. But he was a unicorn, and that was all that mattered to her. She skirted around the pair, keeping to the shadows, stepping out into the light far enough from the FrostHeart that she would not be questioned for appearing. That too-sweet smile appeared on her maw, her amber gaze looking the newcomer over freely. When she spoke, it was in a purr that dripped honey. "Today must be my lucky day, to come across two handsome stallions." The following laugh was flirtatious, and she resisted the urge to sneak a look at Mauja. Was it her intention to make him jealous? She wasn't sure that she even knew the answer. Perhaps it was just another facade that she donned to reassure herself that she was in control. "Talk talk talk." |
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