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standing on my broken throne
crying out for what was done
crying out for what was done
Murtagh, that was his name and she wondered, did it have a meaning? And did it have anything to do with an overabundance of energy? She could not understand where he was able to just... keep going as he did. Bathsheba was not exactly tired but she was not nearly as empowered as this colt here. The flesh of her spine rippled under the growing heat of the sun, warning her that it was drifting further into the afternoon. A quick glance confirmed, clouds had come in from the North somewhere and taken refuge over their heads. This did not seem to dissuade Murtagh and the filly doubted he had even noticed, fool of a boy! Weather was important, weather is what- ! "Wanna play a game with us?" a game? The train of thought raging uncomfortably within her mind came to a slow halt. A game? He wanted to play a game with her? Bathsheba blinked several times, staring at him in genuine surprise, then distrust, before slowly allowing for the small hint of a smile.
"What kind of.." he asked right? "game? Oh she loved games, she loved them as much as she loved her Mother, maybe even more to be honest. Sialia tried to play games with her every now and again and sometimes Bathsheba tried to play back. For the most part the black mare was too big to really play with her and the filly felt like more of a hindrance than a player. Murtagh was her size though and her mind was already reeling with hope, somebody she could play with that would not bowl her over. But... what would they play, a disdainful look to her back legs reminded her that she was not exactly fit for anything serious. The pain in her hips would return and she would be crippled of playing anything, crippled... Bathsheba frowned and looked down. "Do you play hide and seek?" the suggestion was a slight one, creeping at the edges of her mind. This was something she could do without needing to extend more than necessary, but is it what he wanted?
@Murtagh
(trash)
"What kind of.." he asked right? "game? Oh she loved games, she loved them as much as she loved her Mother, maybe even more to be honest. Sialia tried to play games with her every now and again and sometimes Bathsheba tried to play back. For the most part the black mare was too big to really play with her and the filly felt like more of a hindrance than a player. Murtagh was her size though and her mind was already reeling with hope, somebody she could play with that would not bowl her over. But... what would they play, a disdainful look to her back legs reminded her that she was not exactly fit for anything serious. The pain in her hips would return and she would be crippled of playing anything, crippled... Bathsheba frowned and looked down. "Do you play hide and seek?" the suggestion was a slight one, creeping at the edges of her mind. This was something she could do without needing to extend more than necessary, but is it what he wanted?
@Murtagh
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