a .f r o s t e d. heart is filled with cracks [open]

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a .f r o s t e d. heart is filled with cracks [open]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

#15

12-06-2012, 12:21 AM

True, she hadn't much patience for the riddles offered by the small jester. She hadn't the patience for much of anything, these days. She hadn't the patience for the herd, who were so helpless in the frigid winter, so dependent on someone, anyone to be capable. She hadn't the patience for disappearing stallions, as she had come to the rather impromptu conclusion. She hadn't the patience for the adoration of stallions, or one stallion in particular, it wasn't quite clear which. Well, that wasn't entirely true, or she would have sent him on his merry way. Perhaps the dark-hearted fae wasn't so very brusk as she seemed. Regardless, she hadn't the patience for riddles, and once the riddles had been exchanged, she inserted her own opinion, as she was rather apt to do.

"If there is indeed always an answer, as you say, then let it be that both ravens and writing desks sit on sticks and serve me no purpose," she snapped. Of course, she would approach it in this way. If she could not use it, it wasn't important to her. All the best people were mad, he said. Well, that might be true. Some would consider her quite mad, and she considered herself quite grand. And so he regained some of her amusement. So fickle her moods were, so easily changed. And Valentine had asked another question, begun another riddle. Lobes flicked backwards, a hint of minor annoyance, not at him, but at the situation. Perhaps she ought to simply carry on wandering, lost, or not lost, depending on who you ask.

"The bird flies because it knows its path. Regardless of the hunter, the bird must do as his nature dictates. Which is what we all must do.

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