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Bitter memories laced the thoughts of the star mare this day.. night.. whatever time it was. The sun had been gone so long now that her sleeping pattern was messed up and irregular. In fact, the last time she had seen it was when she had found Evers in the Heavenly Fields, at sunset. Teeth clench down hard on the inside of her cheek, trying to fight the tears that stubbornly were trying to spring from her eyes. His scent, his voice is all too familiar as if he was standing next to her. Her shoulders sag under the invisible burden and guilt that crushed her heart. She can very easily remember pressing her face into his ebony mane. ' I will not tell you more, my past is not one to be told aloud and should die with me.' Slight anger bristles in her, she had trusted him and told him about her own past, one she has never told anyone and what... did he not trust her? '... You are also one I have come to treasure.' A gasp escapes her as she remembers his words, eyes closing shut as pain crosses her features. But the memory is only lead on by how she left, how she overreacted because she didn't know how to react to emotion, never having felt it before. Her mouth full of a liquid, rusty in taste brings her mind back as much as it can, and where she had been biting now leaked blood. Irrydae coughs it out hastily, reaching down to cover up the large splatter of red made silvery pink in the moonlight. Her teeth reach into the snow, packing it together before pressing it against the wound in her mouth.
And why had she let these memories that she had been fighting to forget, so openly to the front of her mind? Her patrol. More specifically, her patrol partner. One by the name of Evers the Able. Irrydae swallows roughly, shaking her head. She knew he would come and find her, and she had made her way up the rough terrain of the mountain hours ago, letting the crushing guilt clear it's course before she had to see him again. She had not seen him since.
Irrydae's ears do not turn back when she hears the tumble of rocks and crunch of snow. Two different sets, one quieter - it must be Rita. Silhouetted by the moon, she stands still and silent, chest rising and falling heavily. He must not be able to see her- or maybe he can. 'Irrydae?' Irrydae swallows the ice she had used to numb the cut in her mouth, taking a deep breath. So now I must go. She turns slowly, golden orbs searching for the lithe, dark figure. They finally find him, eyes grazing the contours of his face and examining his expression, was he nervous? Did he hate her now? Golden orbs spark slightly before taking her first step towards him. She slowly descends down the rocky terrain quietly, though loud enough for him to clearly hear her if he didn't before.
Irrydae doesn't stop when she should.
She only stopps when she presses her face to his mane again, nares inhaling his scent. "Evers." She murmurs softly, soft voice muffled slightly by his mane. She then pulls back, hoping she didn't cause him discomfort. What if he didn't want to see her? What if she hurt him so bad when she left, that he hated her? Irry had not thought of that. A small smile fills her face as she steps away, eyes lingering on him in the silence. Acting as if she hadn't done that, she turns her head to the side slightly, "I suppose we should start our patrol, yes? It's unfortunate all we have is the moon to guide us, but I can't be anything but grateful now. Complete darkness is hard even on the best of us." She muses in a soft, yet clear voice that travels across the land of melting snow, head tilted slightly in his direction.
IRRYDAE
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
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