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 You were attacked! Yes, perhaps she should have left that part out. She never did think much when it came to things like that. But it had been her story to tell, and she was never much of a secret keeper anyways. Poor thing. “It's ok, I'm still here,” she offered with a genuine smile. The incident was pretty far behind her anyways, three seasons back, and her fleeting heart didn't often dwell on it now anyways. Even the wounds had faded away, nothing more than distant memories to the painted girl. As he settled his eyes on her necklace, she shifted just a little bit, to let the thing twinkle in the light. Though she had grown in her time here, she was still inclined to show off pretty things about herself from time to time. Especially when the attention was on her. Then he sighed, and she almost felt sorry for what she had said about being different. I don't know, he offered as an explanation. She had no words. Stepping forward, she again tried to touch him, tried to offer some consolation, tried to press her shoulder and neck against his in a show of friendship and support. How could she help drag him from his misery? She didn't even understand what was going on. Then the wind, a whisper at first that turned into an insistent gust, demanding that they shiver against the chilly air. She complied, her body twitching and short summer hairs standing on end, not yet long enough to combat the cold. At his suggestion of shelter, she bobbed her head, a new shiver, one of contentment, running across her neck as he set his nose there. Looking around for somewhere to go, she set off at a slow walk but had intentions of letting the stallion lead her. She liked being protected, liked being looked after. She would follow him wherever he would take her. “If you find out, you can tell me,” she offered finally, not aware that he was hiding anything from her. She would listen, if only it would make him better. And then, after a moments more pause, she spoke again. “Tell me a story. Something grand. Something brave. Something about you.” Blue eyes looked upon him eagerly, wondering what tales of grandeur he had hidden away in his head, what he had gone through in his life. |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
