She had attempted to leave, attempted to avoid whatever she knew was going to happen. Right after she spoke, Lace... changed. It made the girl scared, but far from angry. It would take much to make little Dröm angry. Perhaps if he decided to injure her, she would grow angry, but for now she was just nervous and skittish. Even the cracks of thunder made her jump slightly. Her eyes gaze at him as his words seep into her mind, every sentence hurting more than the first. It felt to her as if Lace was repeatedly slapping her with beige rubber-bands, stinging the surface of her golden hide. She stepped backwards, away from the suddenly terrorizing male.
She notices Lace keeps bringing up the compliment he gave her and she sighs, accepting defeat that her spunky ways are unknown to Lace. "I wasn't thinking we would fall in love and you'd be my knight in armor, or anything like that. It was just my way of saying that I'd like to hang out with you more. I didn't mean..." She trailed off again as his voice started again, abruptly loud. What were her problems? She had no clue. Was she too friendly? Should she hide her wisdom? She assumes horses just want the barbie doll, not the personality. They just want her to be the adorable eye-candy and nothing else. What would her friends say about that? Would thy tell her that her brain was a good thing or agree with Lace?
Her eyes looked to the ground, tracing the contours of the rock they stand on. Lace blocks the only exit, and she feels twice the amount of terror. He say he won't hurt her, but she fears that he may. Does he like quiet mares better? "Believe me, I am an exception!" She wanted to snort and yell at him that he was just like every other stallion. Oh, I won't hurt you.. yaddayadda, then BAM. The next moment you would see the little flaxen mare on the ground, dead and cold. Stallions were deceptive. As of now, she is still standing, which is a good sign. In fact, it was very much Dröm's turn to speak. Though it was out of line, she spoke in turn, but she kept her comments to herself. Her voice had never done good for her anyways. There was no escaping the Rotunda. Lace was twice her size it seemed. She was damn well stuck.
"blah blah blah."
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