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01-19-2016, 03:24 PM
She has calmed, the waves so utterly soothing and serene that she almost didn't hear the sound of another calling out to her. It was if the water was the only thing that her mind could hear and everything else was just void to her, unwanted and unneeded. She turns her head though, a lazy tired look in her eyes as she finds herself settling on the small frame of a young colt. He compliments her, and a small smile escapes her. He is so young, so naive, so innocent. Sometimes she wished that she could have such a mind, that she did not have the knowledge of her 97 years of life, did not have the burdens of 97 years of life. But the silver did have those things, and she could not mull over the negativity that such items gave her. There was too little time(even though it seemed like there was too much) to be negative.
"Why thank you little one!" She offers kindly, enjoying the company of the child. It had been so long since she had been around children, and they were one of her favorite things. There was a lurch in a barrel, a sadness that was realized that she could never have one of her own. It was all she had ever wanted, but the gods did not gift her with child-bearing fertility. Think positive Katerina Stella. She told herself, silvers blinking as she refocused on the bay colt. "What is your name?"
OCC:
"Talk."
I need another story, one to get of my chest
