She watched the confusion on her knights face before her wrath died down. The mare was sure she could pick up the sound of two hearts ripping as her honey orbs gazed upon the dappled knight. Pain seared through her soul, how could she have snapped at her one true love. Tears ran in swarms down her face, like a hive of angry bees stinging every inch of her physical and mental being. She longed for her love to step forward and comfort her, but he remained standing still his ears out. Her own dainty ears were angled backwards with her displeasure. Had he really not noticed how she felt about this place? The slim mare hated every second of this conversation, it felt like she was killing both of them.

Penna wanted to screech at the pain he was feeling from his bonded. This was the worst thing he could ever imagine for his mare. Her mate wasn't really helping the situation even a little. A sudden growl, well a few, drew his attention away from the pair. Sharp eyes turned down to the foal and white tiger below him. Why was she growling; but the growls weren't the same pitch. He longed to see what had made the sounds. He was about to take off his wings spread, when he thought better of it. Parelia needed him now more than ever, he could not afford to leave her right now.

The sobbing blob that was Penna's bonded didn't even take notice of his emotions or worries. She was so into her own heartbreak that there was no way the mare could feel him. His words made strong legs shake almost knocking her to the warm scorched earth. Her heart blew up shattering into a million pieces. She didn't want to be stopped, she wanted him to agree to find somewhere she felt safe to live. Usually fast working thoughts died her brain turning to mush. His next words were lost in the air, mush can't really comprehend words.

Tears dissipated, how could she cry when there was nothing left in her. All emotions were gone, just gone. Sweat broke out over her body freezing her were soft cremello hide. This was it, she was dead, and she was the reason her whole world was tumbling. Honey orbs swept desperately around her searching for something, then they fell upon what she longed to find. Ilios, her son the only thing left in her broken world. Everything else was gone except for her son. Her words were hollow like an abandoned den, "We are going to leave."

"Speach"’Thoughts’
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