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"Why?" The question hung uselessly in the silence between them, a silence that was so much more awkward than the shadow-mare had hoped. Her expectations had been too high - no, not too high. She was not one for high expectations of, well, anyone. Except herself. What had she expected from this meeting, anyway? For him to welcome her home with open arms? To tell her that he needed her? That it wasn't the same without her? No, these were expectations for weaker femmes - and Psyche was not weak. And yet, she could not define her expectations. Why? The Frostheart's question echoed in her mind. Such a simple question, but with so many answers. So many answers that she could not put into words, even to herself. Her hesitation was marked; a white-dipped hoof lifted, a step forward was taken. "That's difficult to answer," was her final, quiet response. There was something quite vulnerable in her orange gaze, something that she was not aware of; but her momentary slip was quickly covered again under a cool, distant exterior. She took a few steps closer, still leaving a respectful distance between herself and the father-son pair. She was trying to decide how to work her way back into the herd when the youngling spoke, seeming to come to her defense. Ah, the innocence of children. They were so trusting at that age, unable to tell the difference between goodwill and devious flattery. And yet it surprised her, this childish kindness. It was not something that she had known prior to giving birth to her own child, and it was not something that she had quite gotten used to. And so it was some surprise that she listened to the babe speak of her kindness - a word never used to describe the shadow-mare before. Many called her ruthless, cunning, a jackal in mind and, sometimes, body. When he smiled in her direction, she returned it, needing to keep the facade of sweetness to the boy, relishing in his trust. For if the young prince trusted her, Mauja might be more inclined to accept her again.
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