The sound of shuffling hooves outside alerts her, and she turns her head, bangs hanging before her emerald eyes. The curtains of black block her from seeing the red figure moving into the mouth of the cave, advancing towards her. She would have snarled if she hadn't taken in the man's scent, a scent so familiar to her. She lets her quivering lips open, her voice a shaking mess. She tries to speak in her hoarse, dry voice barely letting out words. She speaks his name in a gruff, low voice, a faint whisper, as faint as the winds that are blowing outside the cave. She sniffles, looking at the chestnut soldier.
Her emerald eyes track him as he closes the gap between them, placing himself on the ground beside her. Taking her up, he pressed the youthful bay's body closer to his, sharing the warmth he had. "I am here, Frost." His words are distant, echoing through her mind. They bring her closer to the surface, but she still drifts below the waters of depression and sadness, despair and fear. She moves her lips, her voice echoing in her mind yet absent in reality, her words nonexistent. She flicks her emerald eyes to Tolio, heart beating in a gentle, slow manner. His lips open again, and this time he sounds closer, beside her even.
" Let it out...tell me what makes you cry so."
Tilting her head, her crown tilting closer to Tolio's, she lets her tears run down her moist cheeks. She swallows down the knot in her throat, choking up more of her salty, clear tears. "Momm..a..." She goes silent for a moment, lips quivering. Her tongue is held by the claw of a cat, her audits flickering back. "Threw... threw herself down..." She swallows again, the knot reappearing in her throat. She coughs, gagging and choking on her own tears. "b...broke her crown..." She feels her body shivering, quivering, convulsing as she presses herself closer to Tolio, sobbing both in silence and aloud. "In the Veins... burning up... drowning now.." She murmurs, emerald eyes reaching for Tolio's red frame, desperately reaching for him, but he was so far...
"Momma's dead..." She wails after her broken words, and she herself feels mad, crazy, out of place. Her mind is missing from her body, her soul is sinking down into an abyss of black. Down it falls, like her mother's body, falling over the ledge, crashing down... rolling down... sinking now... She pulls herself from the realm of thought, emerald pits focusing on Tolio, her heart slowly crushing, crinkling, wrinkling, turning into a hideous mound of putrid flesh floating in her chest somewhere.
"Speech."
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[P] she weeps under the willows, her tears diamonds.
