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Ahhh. The sigh slid quietly from her muzzle, like the flutter of moth wings dancing toward a flame. Honey eyes blinked slowly, taking in the glory of the glittering crystals, and Sheba inhaled once more. Black velvet lips curled into a small smile. Though she rather resented the lush bloom of spring and the constant reminders of youth, her love for shiny things had not gone away. Here, in the cool damp refuge from the growing heat, she had come to admire the treasure room in Helovia’s heart.
And though it was dark and cold, it was lovely! Besides the shimmering gems, the cavern held another gem: silence. A private creature by nature, the lady liked her solitude, and few would bother her down here. Except…The distinctive ring of hooves on stone came echoing down the passage, as if mocking her assumptions. The mare’s ears pinned, and she slipped into the shadows before peering up the tunnel.
What—or rather whom—she saw surprised her. Why, she mused, an incredulous smirk creeping across her features, was that Dragomir? She hadn’t seen the crafter in seasons, in fact…The old mare shrunk back, ears falling to the side. She hadn’t seen him since before this curse had been set upon her nearly two years ago. If she were to greet him, would he even recognize her? She didn’t know. Still, she was…well, not lonely, but rather desirous of some social acknowledgement. Sheba remembered the crafter as having a gentle spirit, and she suspected that he might look kindly on her pitiful old form, even if he did not know that it was her. She would speak to him.
But no sooner had she stepped forward than another mare approached. Sheba’s gaze narrowed and darkened at the sight of the young beauty, a unicorn who could have rivaled her even in her better days. As her sickly-sweet voice carried down the passage, the old mare’s face soured, and she began to turn away. She refused to stand side by side with this unknown hussy—she might have a pretty face, but she was probably vain and stupid. Poor Dragomir would be on his own in dealing with her, she thought bitterly. But as she moved away, her creaking joints betrayed her. A stiff step sent a pebble bouncing away into the dark with a clatter, and she froze, cursing silently. Had they heard that?
OOC: So sorry for the wait!! Can’t wait to reunite them! Also, don’t mind Grumpybuns, Dressy, she’s just jealous xD
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