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@[Midas]
Essetia chuckled lightly at Fina and her resilience, even if it came at Romul’s expense. Of course, the wolf cared little for the Phoenix and her misguided blame because he was too distracted by the wounds his companion wore like a disguise. Blood, dirt, and sweat colored her hide in various ugly hues and Romul fretted over their existence like a worried mother would her child. He had softened before them all, his cold nature replaced with something warm and akin to love before he set to licking Essetia’s ankles. It was a display of utter submission and trust- something the wolf did not often share with bystanders. But, the circumstances had given him reason to abandon his nature and grovel at Essetia’s heels.
Yet the mare was soon distracted by the soft words of her Czar and she nodded enthusiastically at the notion he presented. A healer would see an end to her pain even if her mind was still troubled by the day and the events that had transpired. She questioned whether or not she would be able to overcome the humiliation she felt when seeing Midas beyond that night. However, the fatigue she felt seemed to hinder further deliberation and again she agreed to the stallion’s request to see her to a medic. “Thank you, that would be lovely... But please, don’t linger for my sake,” she soothed while glancing down to Romul. “I’m in capable hands.”
Essetia didn’t want Midas to fuss over her by any means nor did she require his pity. But there was a small part of her that longed for his friendship… after all, they would have to learn to tolerate each other from that day forward. The least they could do was be cordial or maybe become trusted friends.
Yet the mare was soon distracted by the soft words of her Czar and she nodded enthusiastically at the notion he presented. A healer would see an end to her pain even if her mind was still troubled by the day and the events that had transpired. She questioned whether or not she would be able to overcome the humiliation she felt when seeing Midas beyond that night. However, the fatigue she felt seemed to hinder further deliberation and again she agreed to the stallion’s request to see her to a medic. “Thank you, that would be lovely... But please, don’t linger for my sake,” she soothed while glancing down to Romul. “I’m in capable hands.”
Essetia didn’t want Midas to fuss over her by any means nor did she require his pity. But there was a small part of her that longed for his friendship… after all, they would have to learn to tolerate each other from that day forward. The least they could do was be cordial or maybe become trusted friends.
