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!! Dreaming With a Broken Heart [Rowan]

Rowan Posts: 76
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 14.1hh :: 3 Years 4 Months
Brit
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They are both shy; tremulous smiles appearing on quivering muzzles. Neither seems to know what in the world to do, and Rowan is oddly comforted by that fact. It seems something of her comforts Resplendence as well, for she relaxes in that tiny, edging way that does not escape the all-knowing pools of blue that watch her. Ticking through her list she slowly figures out that it is the calm, methodical swishing of her tail that keeps her grounded. Understanding, kind smile approached her lips in an unsure manner. Rowan wasn’t used to being friends with people; in fact she only had one. But…could she really reach out to someone who seemed just as skittish as herself? Taking hope and courage from the interest Resplendence displayed, Rowan swallowed shakily and tried to calm herself. Don’t run away, she encouraged herself softly. The same urge had overtaken her when she’d first encountered Sohalia. Hopefully if she didn’t run, like with her best friend, the end result would be the same? It was the only thing that kept her hooves planted firmly on the ground, the hope that they could become friends. Maybe they could swap their broken pieces and glue them into their own personal mirrors, keeping a shard of the other in their own messed up minds.

Bob of crown makes Rowan’s soft face crumple with relief, having been so anxious over the fact that Resplendence could have reacted terribly to such a simple question. Everything in her is vibrating, humming. Begging and persuading her to leave, for why would she make any progress in friendship? Self-degradation is her favorite pastime, after all. Why give up now? ”Quite correct. Sometimes I just wish I could run faster,” she admitted, trying to smile and make it a joke. Even so it is brutally, heart-breakingly honest. She wished she could run fast enough to get away from what was chasing her, but it didn’t always work. ”So, you are of the Foothills?” Voice trembles, feeling as if she is crossing a line. Always feeling as if she was crossing some sort of line. What was she supposed to know about social tendencies anyways? She hardly spoke to anyone than a devil of an old mare her entire life.




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RE: !! Dreaming With a Broken Heart [Rowan] - by Rowan - 02-07-2013, 08:28 PM

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