The yearn of Beauty [Any]

[OPEN] The yearn of Beauty [Any]

Cypress Posts: 72

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Filly :: Unicorn :: 12 hands :: 10 months

11-17-2013, 06:26 AM

I am the light, the hope, in your darkest hour.

That was mean!
Cypress had seen the small lift of the colt's lip, almost a smile. Had he liked seeing her cry? Some colts were rude and unpleasant to be around. But this one? He was just plain rude and unforgivable. The filly could sense it. She didn't really like being around colts. They always would annoy her in some way. This one wasn't like Aza, his voice was for scratchy and lower. Azarel's voice oh, it was beautiful.

"You explored my home once." That was a lie. That land is for all. He was wrong. Cypress wanted to yell it in his face. But she knew it wouldn't matter. But she had to say something. Eventually squeaking out the words: "Well, um.. for your information, that land was free for all." Her voice got more sturdy and clear at the end but she would have thought he didn't hear her. A different tone came from the colt this time as he spoke, Cypress couldn't pick it out. But he spoke of seeing her and Azarel.

"Why do you cry?" The question had come on with ease but Cypress knew it was just nosiness. Before she could answer he cut her off speaking again. "Is it because of your reflection? Why would it make you cry?" his voice had some concern, but not much. The squinted grey eyes flashing towards her. "Well..." she squeaked. "I am hideous..." she started taking a breath. She knew she was going to cry again. "Can't you see?" she whispered lowering her head to the ground. Letting the first shimmer tear fall, curling around already wet cheeks.

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