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10-14-2013, 01:10 AM
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it's been written in the scars on our hearts The mare was numb. Too much had happened, and all of it, was her fault. She had had enough of war. Of leading. Of being responsible for someone's skin other than her own. And yet, strangely, it was what she was suited for, what she was made to do. How many times had she been blessed by the Goddess she strove to be like? Did the Moon Goddess ever become plagued with doubts, with guilts, with the weight of the world? It was a silly query, an impossible thought, and yet still, the little shadow mare wondered, and assumed that of course, the Goddess would never be so prone to such mortal failings, such weakness of emotion and feelings. Or would she? The bracelet upon her foreleg glowed with a quiet hum, though it was a serene sound that seemed to reverberate through the mare's very limbs rather than actually permeate the soundwaves. Trust in yourself, her bonded spoke to her soul, stroking it with her own, trying to provide some comfort to her confused soulmate. The Goddess approves of you, your people love you, she crooned silently within the mare's golden breast, and Mirage tried to allow herself to feel uplifted by it. The summons was expected, and with a quiet nod, she reunited with Thor to venture forth into the wilds and greet these potential allies. They were friends of the Throat, and therefore, not likely to be enemies of the Edge. But would they lay their lives down on the line for the Edge as they had done the Throat? What did they expect from the Edge? Relief was the first true, identifiable emotion Mirage had felt in a some time, as her sights set upon the chocolate hide of Kri. The little shadow mare made to stand by the Resolute, forever trusting in their kinship, their friendship that had carved their names a place in the lands the residents of Helovia wouldn't soon forget. Ears pressed forwards, and the mare did not voice anything, merely tilting her crown in acknowledgement of all who were present, and awaiting an explanation. [ SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Will keep up from now on. ] |
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