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11-23-2013, 05:11 PM
The black-masked head cocked slightly to the side at her comment, lips pursed as though he was sucking on a thought, not quite sure if the taste pleased him or not. He was surprised - it was threatening to become a permanent state of emotion during this conversation - but hid it well. A hoof changed position, a hollow thud reverberating through the air as solid keratin met with half-rotted wood and squelching water-logged soil; a swarm of gnats drew by, closely followed by a small, unassuming bird foraging for lunch.
"I'm not... so sure about that" he said, the words slow as if he was trying to hold them back and drag them out at the same time. "It will take time, of course. But we all have things in our past that we aren't proud of... Maybe, if you give them a chance... people would be willing to do the same for you."
The look he gave her was thoughtful, measuring. Was she telling the truth? How deep of a change would this 'starting over' prove to cause, if any?
"By 'starting over'... I hope you don't mean another unicorn band to wreak havoc with" he added, a slightly wry grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "The Basin is causing enough trouble as it is..."
An understatement, of course. They were a source of constant worry and headache, a cause to never completely relax and to keep the border patrols constant and vigilant. Was there any horse in Helovia that slept well, knowing of the threat that loomed in the north?
"Tell me..." he said, hesitant yet too curious now that he had an opportunity to ask, "why is it that the horses of the northern herd can't settle with what they have? Why do they cause so much misery and pain to others?" Why do you hate us? But the last words were left unspoken, only asked in a saddened glance, a slight injured droop of the ears... Did she know how much it hurt to know yourself unwanted?
Yes, somehow he thought she knew that now. It made him pity her - not because she deserved it, but because of the pain he thought they both could share - finally.
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
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