TO FIND MEANING IN EVERYDAY LIFE...
When the words from Rexanna fall into the air, a frown matching the Thief's own paints her face. While, surely, Zyanya is pleased that the mare does not know the sting of leaving behind loved ones, she finds the mare's story tragic in quite another way.
To grow, to live, to be in a world where you did not have fond memories of home, of family, felt like the loneliest possibility. The small, porcelain doll of a mare resists the urge to toss her head comfortingly across Rexanna's back. Instead, she settles for a much less intimate gesture, reaching out with a soft muzzle to nudge her own, releasing a warm sigh into the air. To think that a mad prince would be considered her only family from her old life ached, making Zyanya want to come to love this kindhearted mare. After all, with similar coloring, they might already be mistaken for relatives.
"I suppose," the mare adds uncertainly, wanting to believe that Helovia was a fresh start for all who came here, breaking or already broken. Still, the memories of her beloved family remained, dancing in her mind's eye like ghosts. "I would like to make a new family here, some day, I think." The mare's delicate voice wavers slightly, looking at Rexanna, as though for guidance, reassurance, some sort of acknowledgement. Hesitant, asking for permission to start over from a mare who could not offer such to her.
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@Rexanna