Romani
“I’m merely out for a stroll,” she answered, half-honest, “My thoughts have been restless, I’m afraid, and I needed some time alone. Perhaps it’s a good thing that I did, so that I’d have the chance to meet you all.” A part of Romani was relieved, however, that Kri, nor Galen, knew who she was. The Haflinger had experienced that enough these last couple of days; running into individuals who already knew who she was, but she couldn’t place a name on them, or a memory she had shared with them to save her life. It was a refreshing change.
“Although, perhaps I should be getting back… It is quite late, and I’d hate to have anyone worry because I’m not around.” A smile quirked the mare’s dark lips, azure eyes flicking from Galen to Kri, then back again to the bay stud. “You’re welcome to join me, Galen, if you so wish. Or, if you’re more inclined to follow Lady Kri, then I’ll respect that decision as well.”
[OOC: I have horrible muse, guys, and I'm sorry for this crap-post… >__>]
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.