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01-04-2014, 09:18 PM
 His head smashed against something hard and it took Alleo a moment to realize that he'd unintentionally headbutted the mare that he had told he would protect until Tallsun. His ears slid sideways and he was left with a ball of guilt growing in the pit of his stomach. Even if he had been startled it was no excuse for hitting Rasta and he didn't think he would ever be able to apologize for it enough when he looked at her and saw her hiding behind her forelock like she did when something upset her. He had done it this time, he knew for sure, and he shifted his weight as he apologized and explained that it was a bad memory that had caused him to reel back the way he had. Alleo took note of Rasta's reaction, the vigorous nodding of her head when he said 'bad memory' and put two and two together. It was easy enough. "You, too?" He asked as she went to his side, lipped another of the many scars that littered his sides then nudged him. It was a bad memory that had made her act the way she had? The stallion was intensely curious but knew that he wouldn't get any answers to any questions that he had until she got her voice back. It would be a long time to wait, but by that point he would have plenty of questions that needed answers and he only hoped that she would actually answer them. "We all have bad memories." He said quietly. And everyone reacted to them differently. He withdrew from everyone when he was plagued with them and, apparently, Rasta tried to drown anyone close. He frowned. "Did a stallion hurt you?" Alleo asked, slipping once more into the yes and no questions that had been their communication lifeline. "Is he still alive?" "." |
