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08-10-2014, 09:22 AM
L a c e Här kommer kung av sand Silverthorn Ha, she did answer. And yet, for all that Lace wanted to smile and inquire more about her home and that desert-dwelling sister he found himself too flabbergasted to more than stare at the girl, stunned and speechless in face of her blundered reproach. Afraid he was looking rather stupid the stallion made an effort to close the wide-open mouth, erect the ears slightly more atop the head and blink - so as not to stare quite so dumbstruck at the lady. "Then... what would you have me do, hang lip and wallow in grief and despair?" he asked her, frown deepening the creases around the eyes; not because he took offense with her words, but rather because he tried to wrap his mind around what she could possibly mean. "I don't think I've ever pretended to be in love, and if I ever let on something else I would have to apologize... But how can it be offensive to maintain a civilized attitude when talking to a complete stranger?" He looked at her from under the silken forelock, the gaze mild and questioning yet also slightly pointed - why, on all of earth, should he open his heart and spill his innermost thoughts and secrets to her? They had conversed for a grand total of some fifteen minutes and while it had been pleasant conversation indeed, it was hardly a basis for mutual trust. Or perhaps the girl was so ill off that any conversation in which she wasn't berated, threatened or injured counted as soulful and deep, such that she was prepared to open her heart in trust and, even more, love? He suppressed a desire to snort at the mere idea of it, suddenly finding that the situation was growing more complicated than he had bargained for. He wasn't sure that the love of this mare was something he desired - she was pretty, oh yes, and had a sweet temperament with a surprising depth of intelligence. But... she was not a night-touched dragon cloaked in equine guise, nor did she possess sky blue eyes that made his soul quiver and swell whenever they fell upon him. It was unfortunate really, he could have been so much better off; his heart just seemed destined to lock onto mares he would never be able to have. Här kommer kungen av ingenting alls  |
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