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03-29-2016, 09:22 PM
Själ
The girl was oblivious to the bitter taste that her queries brought to the boy's mouth, unaware that her seemingly polite inquiries were far more like prying intrusions. He had spoken of a journey, a topic to which she could easily relate; her curiosity was piqued, a desire to know more - to know why - he would depart his homeland in favor of the outside world. Was he searching for something, just like her? Was he running from something, as she had done when she had left after her mother's death? Or did he simply like to roam, to take in the wonders of the universe and everything that inhabited it?
The length of his journey, his Nightwalk, is not as impressive to the filly as its end. She has walked for weeks, for month - gods, had it been years already? There was nothing particularly striking about one's ability to put one hoof in front of the other every day. That was simply life. But to do it for a purpose, and for one so righteous as the redemption of their very world? The girl concluded that he must be quite honorable to had partaken in such a ritual. She might had said as much, but the young stallion changed the subject abruptly, and so the princess's attention was diverted.
"Not to such a noble cause as yours, I'm afraid," she commented thoughtfully, almost as though she were distracted. His was not an easy question to answer. She had wandered for many moons and then some, searching at first for her mother, then for the legacy left to her upon the DarkEmpress's departure from their world, and then for herself -- and still she searched, never having found a satisfying answer to any of her questions.
Perhaps Rikyn's Nightwalk would have been a better use of her time.
"My heart sent me away from home," she began slowly. "My mother came here, and I followed her when she did not return. After she died, I tried to go back, but it turns out that where I belonged no longer existed." The girl gave a noncommittal little shrug, though in truth, her own story turned bitter on her tongue, much as Rikyn's had done before her. She, like the stallion, hid her discomfort behind a mask of nonchalance, unwilling to offer such intimacy to a perfect stranger. "So here I am," she added with a short laugh. Lost and alone, never belonging. So much unspoken, so much that she wished she could change.
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
The length of his journey, his Nightwalk, is not as impressive to the filly as its end. She has walked for weeks, for month - gods, had it been years already? There was nothing particularly striking about one's ability to put one hoof in front of the other every day. That was simply life. But to do it for a purpose, and for one so righteous as the redemption of their very world? The girl concluded that he must be quite honorable to had partaken in such a ritual. She might had said as much, but the young stallion changed the subject abruptly, and so the princess's attention was diverted.
"Not to such a noble cause as yours, I'm afraid," she commented thoughtfully, almost as though she were distracted. His was not an easy question to answer. She had wandered for many moons and then some, searching at first for her mother, then for the legacy left to her upon the DarkEmpress's departure from their world, and then for herself -- and still she searched, never having found a satisfying answer to any of her questions.
Perhaps Rikyn's Nightwalk would have been a better use of her time.
"My heart sent me away from home," she began slowly. "My mother came here, and I followed her when she did not return. After she died, I tried to go back, but it turns out that where I belonged no longer existed." The girl gave a noncommittal little shrug, though in truth, her own story turned bitter on her tongue, much as Rikyn's had done before her. She, like the stallion, hid her discomfort behind a mask of nonchalance, unwilling to offer such intimacy to a perfect stranger. "So here I am," she added with a short laugh. Lost and alone, never belonging. So much unspoken, so much that she wished she could change.
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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