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06-28-2016, 08:23 PM
Själ
Had she been able to read his mind, she might have laughed out loud; the princess had no intentions of stabbing the boy, no matter how irritating she might find parts of his personality. Despite her (questionable) parentage, violence was not particularly alluring to the princess. In any case, she had only become so defensive because she had felt attacked by the boy's scoffing. Now that he seemed to be willing to treat her as a normal equine again, her metaphorical feathers grew less ruffled and she settled once more into calm conversation.
Most of the girl's bravado was a facade, of course; inwardly, she was as pained to have been alone for most of her life as he was, not that she would ever admit it. Perhaps it was genetic, this inability to speak of her emotions - gods knew that her mother had never been the touchy-feely type. Själ knew that. Psyche had been difficult, even when she had been in a good mood. At the end, when she finally stumbled away in search of the crown she'd left behind, she had been all but mad. Ironically, the girl had never known that many who had known her would have considered her insane even before she had left Helovia.
If Rikyn's problem was that he didn't want to admit that he had lost a home, Själ's problem was that she didn't want to admit that she had never had one.
She'd never had a home.
Never had a family.
But that was neither here nor there. Getting upset about it now wouldn't change anything.
"Yeah..." she found herself murmuring absently, almost in agreement. She had never had what Rikyn described - no mentors, no resources - but she did have friends. Or, at least, she thought she had friends. And despite how much she might pretend otherwise, she missed them desperately. "It's not always fun to be alone, is it?" Realizing that she had allowed him to see entirely too much of herself, she flashed him a quick smile. "Ansgar keeps me company. Do you have a companion?"
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
Most of the girl's bravado was a facade, of course; inwardly, she was as pained to have been alone for most of her life as he was, not that she would ever admit it. Perhaps it was genetic, this inability to speak of her emotions - gods knew that her mother had never been the touchy-feely type. Själ knew that. Psyche had been difficult, even when she had been in a good mood. At the end, when she finally stumbled away in search of the crown she'd left behind, she had been all but mad. Ironically, the girl had never known that many who had known her would have considered her insane even before she had left Helovia.
If Rikyn's problem was that he didn't want to admit that he had lost a home, Själ's problem was that she didn't want to admit that she had never had one.
She'd never had a home.
Never had a family.
But that was neither here nor there. Getting upset about it now wouldn't change anything.
"Yeah..." she found herself murmuring absently, almost in agreement. She had never had what Rikyn described - no mentors, no resources - but she did have friends. Or, at least, she thought she had friends. And despite how much she might pretend otherwise, she missed them desperately. "It's not always fun to be alone, is it?" Realizing that she had allowed him to see entirely too much of herself, she flashed him a quick smile. "Ansgar keeps me company. Do you have a companion?"
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
@Rikyn - hnnngh I suck this took so long omg
Pixel by Reli <3
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