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tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
As they lay under the bloody trees, Tilneys green gaze stayed on his golden friend. She explained her pain, and his pair of verdant eyes narrowed on Rexannas. Tilney understood the pain she must be in. She had fought, lost friends, and by the sounds felt as though she had betrayed her fellow herdsman. The buck hadn't heard much at all about these Rift wars; only that they had happened during his time between Basin and Edge where he had adventured for a whole two seasons.
Also these matters of the heart she spoke of... He wondered who had interfered there. For a moment he could only sigh and shake his lofty crown. Mares. It then crossed his mind that if it was her heart she had given and it had been returned in a ghastly state, it was not her to blame, but a silly stag.
"You have lost friends, that in itself must be incredibly hard to cope with. Grief will tear at you heart, it's hard to stop" He murmured, his eyes falling from hers and finding the red water.
"You mustn't blame yourself for your change of heart; I'm sure it was for the right reasons. You did what you must. Now though, you can only look forwards. No more looking back. The wars were terrible but they're over and gone. Try not to let it dwell. When I'm sad I like to admire the birds or the trees... They're so beautiful and no one seems to notice.... how sad they must be" Tilney spoke, his nose raising to gaze at the red canopy.
"Now... These matters of the heart you speak of, what has happened? Which foolish young buck took your heart and retuned it in some unsightly state?" His tone was almost angry, as unusual as that was for Tilney. It frustrated him, the thought of anyone being cruel to this girl who was so sweet.
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@Rexanna
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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