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[OPEN] Little Boy Blue

Tristan Posts: 8
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Colt :: Equine :: 15.3 :: 6 Months
Sparrow
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Grumpy was not a suitable word for how the young colt was particularly feeling.

Sullen. Somber. Indignant. Sorrowful.

His left eye ached terribly and persisted with a lingering itch, hindering him from any proper rest to be had throughout the night, or simple peace during the day. It would itch, he would scratch it, and then it would ache and water, followed soon after by the repeat of cycles, and quite honestly, Tristan was tired of it.

Would this happen every day for the rest of his life? Would he never be comfortable? What if he lost vision in his eye because it was dumb? Because it was stupid? Would others find him scary or different because of it?

Romani had called it... Called it... Entropi-somehing, not that knowing what was wrong with him would make it any better. At first, it hadn't bothered him, but now... The days were passing and Tristan couldn't find any reprieve from the agony of his defective eye. It was getting worse, growing more persistent, and relief didn't appear to be coming soon.

A soft breath of yearning escaped the young prince's nostrils, his forlorn turquoise gaze downcast into a pool of cold water. The sun had only recently peaked above the horizon, and thick frozen frost clung to the earth. His reflection was warped by ripples caused by the faint chilly, morning breeze, but it didn't matter; Tristan still didn't enjoy what he saw. His mother called him 'handsome', his father called him 'strong', but the sooty buckskin youth felt anything but either terms of endearments.

Freak.

Lifting a slender hoof, the young princeling slapped at the water, pawing at the liquid surface splayed out before him to distort his image even further so that he couldn't see the abomination looking back at him.

"Nasty, nasty, nasty!" He growled out, neck arching and head tossing about, front hooves pawing at the air and the ground in obvious agitation, turquoise eyes narrowed down at the pool of water. "Why can't you just look normal?! Why do you gotta be such a freak?!"

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Merialeth Posts: 6
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Filly :: Equine :: 17 hh :: Newborn
TierRen
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Merialeth had quietly approached her friend from behind. As she did with most things, she had seen potential for a game in how Tristan had not noticed her and in how closely he stood to the water. Like most young she knew how terribly cold the water would be for them both but she would be numb to that until after their play. A mischievous grin curled her upper lip as she paused her approach whenever the wind stopped tussling the nearby branches of a tree. The girl was moving whenever the wind and branches made noise and was using them for cover. He would be so surprised!

"Nasty, nasty, nasty!" Merialeth stilled even though the wind and branch signaled for her to move forward, "Why can't you just look normal?! Why do you gotta be such a freak?!" The girl's initial confusion at Tristan's outburst slipped into a much worse feeling of sadness. More than ever she wished that she could speak. If only the colt knew the kind things that Merialeth would say to him, about him. With her grey eyes clamped tightly Merialeth retreated deep into herself to try to find where her words were hidden.

"Nnn--" her brow furrowed and her tongue traced the shape of her lips as the girl tried to figure out how to finish the word, "oo--" So close. "tt." Noot. 'Noot' was Merialeth's first step towards speaking words. It was a clumsy attempt and it sounded silly but Merialeth's heart soared with the wings that her shoulders lacked.

Cracking one eye open to peek at Tristan the girl watched to see if he had understood her. He was not nasty. Nor was he a freak. Merialeth had been so determined to try to rid him of such a thought that she had ripped and tore at whatever thing it was that bound her tongue. Tristan needed to know that he saw himself all wrong. He was good enough to be her friend, after all.

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