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You do not know heartbreak
Not until you've lived as long as I
Not until you've lived as long as I
Time. It was a strange concept. To know that the clock was merely created just so that we could function, and without the birth of time, the world would be chaos, entertained the silver in the warm sunset. Time seemed to be something that is always deceiving, one may think that there is time, that it is not dried and gone, but then it is realized, you do not have any time left. Father time was no man who wallowed in the pities of others, he would take the time away from you in the worst of days. He held no mercy in the face of death, he took what was his when he wanted. And it was never at the right time.
Katerina liked to understand, to poke, to prod and to know. Theories, conspiracies, and anything that involved speculation always caught her interest quite quickly. It was just who she was, someone who always questioned the way the world worked. She liked to peer in the grooves and crevices of life's gears, to wonder how they were ingrained and created. It was a never ending flame inside, one that craved the food of thought.
She was slowly beginning to learn the way of this world, but only slowly and she was definitely not going to understand it all any time soon. Change was never easy, but she had gotten what she wished for, whether it turned out to be something she wanted or not was only up for time to tell, for now, the silver was content. A strange high pitched sound bounced in her drums, ears perking forward as she followed the call. Tan hooves brought her to another new sight. Words filled the air, the white winged mare unaware of Katerina's presence quite yet. She peered with curious eyes, confused on who the cream was speaking too, and why she was playing with this weird mini-winged little glob of feathers. OH AND WHAT IS THIS WHITE STUFF ONLY SURROUNDING HER? It floated down softly, like little flakes, horns tilting to the side as Katerina turned her head in utter bewilderment, no no she hadn't learned anything just yet. "Who are you talking to?" She asked, her words coming out soft and wise, contradicting her questioning and oblivious wonderings. "What mistake have you allowed to define you my dear? Mistakes aren't who you are." She asked then, prodding yes, but it was all of good intent.
OCC: I FORGOT WHOOPS! poor kat, she's so confused
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