"I've never seen a desert." She blurts out, remembering her banished sister: the DesertRose. Her sister had been sent to a desert to die, but the mare flourished, cultivated a herd-- gained power. She was well known in her parts. Hot-headed, violent, the Rose of the Desert. Ha! They thought she would die. Do many horses flourish in the desert? Does Lace thrive there? "but my sister lives in one!" She says with a pleasant tone. However, it seems Mr. Silverthorn is very uninterested. His bitter smile stole her breath before it faded to a facade of happiness.
"Don't pretend to be happy." it's unattractive. One of her short, stubby, ears flips backwards as she listens to everything. "If your heart is gone with the wind, don't pretend to love, or whatever it is you do." She says softly, now secretly hoping she could take the words back, erase them. Maybe the wind would carry them far from Lace's ears? What she had said, in her opinion, seemed rude now that she thought of it. His smile had changed when she looked at her. This intrigued the mare. Why the necessity to make the girl believe he is a knight? Some shining hero that will come valiantly save her.
He suddenly asks if she has family here. Though surprised by the sudden change of topic, she answers him. "No. I do not have family here. They are at my old home, towards the east." She smiled softly, a smile that was clearly empty-- hollow. She was thinking about Lace's heart. What goes on in his mind? She waits to hear his answer, her eyes tracing the gold dusted line of his back, to his smoky tail. Then her eyes trace his legs and set themselves back on his eyes, trying to see something, but her search turns up with nothing.
"blah blah blah."
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[P] Silver trinkets and golden leather
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