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Rhoa
The inflection in her voice as she says my name causes me to pause. Is she really so surprised to see me here? Perhaps she assumes I am here waiting for someone and that is the cause of her surprise. I know that I am young, but I have been told by more than just Mother that I have grown into a rather attractive stallion. I am not as hard or rugged as Father is, I have too much of Mother's softness for that, but I am lean and tall. I have been told I have kind eyes. I want to be aloof and arrogant at her surprise, but I'm not. If I heard I was here for that reason, I would be surprised to.
I nod and smile instead that is until...I hope I don't disappoint him... Ahh well. Fear of disappointing Father that is certainly an emotion I know well-- ...he seems to have some unfounded faith in me. I swallow hard and force an unconvincing smile. This is clearly not the time for me to be ruminating on my emotional issues, but nevertheless I feel jealousy and pangs of childhood regret rising high in my throat. Faith in everyone but me I think as I continue to nod and widen my forced smile. "He is rarely wrong." I conclude, trying to exhale my tattered feelings so this conversation might continue.
My darkish ears perk forward as Ranjiri mentions my height, and despite my attempts to be modest, I draw myself up slightly taller. There's no real suave way of acknowledging simultaneously that yes, I have grown without also acknowledging the age difference between us. Doing so would only make me feel like a child, and so I let my gray shoulders shrug as I chuckle slightly and nod.
"Oh no. I think i'm patrolling with my brother and Destry in the woods. But someone was just there, so we're holding off on our patrol." The words tumble off of my lips fairly easily, and for a moment by sea-green gaze flutters as I realize how easy it is to talk to Ranjiri. Why hadn't I noticed that before? It had been quite awkward our last patrol--
Our last patrol. Hototo
"Oh Ranjiri I didn't even think -- Hototo. I'm so sorry.." Now my words and cadence is foolish and flushed. I can hardly believe that I overlooked my father murdering her brother. No wonder she is surprised to see me - the son of the murderer of her brother. I swallow hard, my gaze searching hers.
And here I thought I was the one with emotional baggage.
