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When she had spoken with the young, painted filly, she had listened and she had so desperately wanted her words to be lies. It was that gentle belief that pushed her into the friendly embrace of the bay mare and allowed Liit to tell her what had transpired. When she thinks of what Abishia had said, she cannot help but link her words to the sorts of lies and stories that had been fed to her as an infant, forcing the pale mare to choose to believe that whatever the painted filly had said was false.
So many years and so many words, how she had wished to be deaf, for words to fall on her broken and useless ears- perhaps then she would find true peace. For some time Liit had wondered to be deaf, and perhaps assumed that being blind, deaf and dumb meant that she would be lead to an eternal and infinite bliss. Ah, but the Gods were not so generous. She was to hear all the words the others had to say, and see all the things the world had to show her, further saddening her heart and reminding her of the wicked things that had transpired in her youth.
While her hearing ears had heard everything that Abishia had had to say, her careful mind had been certain to seek proof first, and it is Lena’s hurtful look that provides Liit with the proof that she requires now. Reaching forwards, she offers a comforting gesture in the direction of the bay mare, perhaps brushing her get lips gently across the other woman’s shoulder in an attempted to upraise and untroubled the girl. “I think you are quite the opposite, dear Lena.” While the pale, mottled mare offered a look of consolation in the direction of her newfound companion and perhaps friend, she is afraid that perhaps she has divulged too much of what the painted filly had told her, and that maybe she was endangered, as she said so herself.
With the smallest hope of a change in subject, and temporarily satisfied with the answer that Lena had given her, Liit cast a liberal look throughout the dark and silvery lands before addressing the matter at hand. “Now, how about a tour then, Lena?”
