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01-18-2013, 10:47 AM
Frost Fyre. I smile. It suited the little filly. I picture her in a world of snow,flakes tumbling down around her little bay body,covering her coat in a light layer of white fluff. Her sweet smile brings joy to me,it is nice to see young ones happy. You have such an amazing voice! A modest chuckle rolls out my mouth. It was the first time I have been complimented without sarcasm being held in the voice. That's what the so called law were like,behind all there petty makeup to cover up there real way of running things. It makes me sick that they would willingly fool all those who trusted them,blind folding them as to what really was behind there little scheme.
I will not let them sort of thoughts ruin this meeting though with Frost Fyre. "It is nice to meet you to Frost Fyre." I bow slightly."Thank you. I'm glad I have not defended your small little ears." I say with a slight chuckle,a tinge of humor entering my voice. I considered my voice a gift though I have still worked at perfecting it the time while I was a slave. Why do you have those numbers on your shoulder? The clamping of teeth follow the speech as my amethyst eyes turn a shade darker and colder though I quickly make them softer again. She cannot help being curious of the scars that tell of my past. I sigh slightly. I do not wish to corrupt her mind with the cruelness of some but yet I don't want to lie to her. "It is my number from my enslavement at my previous land. I was wrongly enslaved for a crime I had to do to save my sister." I pause,taking in the sorry look of the filly's face so I smile. "Do not worry,you cannot help being curious but may I ask you,what would you do if,you had a sister,and she was dying? Would you not do all your best to help?" The question would tell me about her,without asking directly.
I will not let them sort of thoughts ruin this meeting though with Frost Fyre. "It is nice to meet you to Frost Fyre." I bow slightly."Thank you. I'm glad I have not defended your small little ears." I say with a slight chuckle,a tinge of humor entering my voice. I considered my voice a gift though I have still worked at perfecting it the time while I was a slave. Why do you have those numbers on your shoulder? The clamping of teeth follow the speech as my amethyst eyes turn a shade darker and colder though I quickly make them softer again. She cannot help being curious of the scars that tell of my past. I sigh slightly. I do not wish to corrupt her mind with the cruelness of some but yet I don't want to lie to her. "It is my number from my enslavement at my previous land. I was wrongly enslaved for a crime I had to do to save my sister." I pause,taking in the sorry look of the filly's face so I smile. "Do not worry,you cannot help being curious but may I ask you,what would you do if,you had a sister,and she was dying? Would you not do all your best to help?" The question would tell me about her,without asking directly.
