Laedere

--- I laid beside you and pulled you close
And the two of us went up in smoke ---

Her body shuffled, wings flickering instantly back against her side - to hide the gaping hole that plagued her ability to fly. The sound of wings had caught her attention before her name. Her ears perked up at the rough voice and she moved backward, to allow ample room for the landing. Ardere didn't even pay attention to the approaching pegasus, and continued to do her own thing in the water.

Eyes shifted in recognition as he tucks his wings away, asking what was wrong. Her mind raced, hair being blown forward, hiding her eyes as she dips her head down. Muscles tremble, sides shake as if she were ready to sob. And, as she peaks out from her hair - wings shaking out to the side, stretching out as if to keep her balance even though she didn't need the assistance - she catches the confusion seeping into his gaze. Could he see the pain, the uncertainty, the panic that radiated through her frame? Or had he only come because in her break she had screamed to the heavens?

"Einarr…" she whispered, voice shaking - as if she were speaking a foreign tongue, as if she were going shatter into a million pieces. He asks if someone had hurt her and she can only shake her head. It was as if finding words was too difficult for the mare who was so eloquent with her words. How would she make sure that he understood her? How would she figure out how to explain this.

Mentally, she is struggling.  She doesn't understand how this could be happening. How is she possibly enslaving this creature who barely understands her?! She stutters, when she finally begins to speak. "Mineself… Black and blue female…" her eyes close shut, nostrils flaring as she works through words and the mass of confusion littering her cranium. "Said mineself twas… enslaving… Ardere." Her lips tremble, ears flickering from pinned to alert as she fights back tears. "Mineself dost not wish to… enslave…" Her wings begin to fold back to her side, as if to wrap herself tightly and protect herself from the pain. "She said mineself twas a… 'sick fuck'."

A few tears slip from her eyes and her voice cracks. Body, seeming to wrap into itself, trying to comfort the mare who had refused to cry before those who were her family - or those who she at least hoped were her family.  "Hath I wronged thine Throat so strongly?" And saying those words… it makes her feel as though she can't breathe - as if she should just die so as to not harm the family anymore.