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Another day lost, another day found. Too much was happening all so quickly, and it seemed that the Corporal was having trouble keeping up with the times. There was so much to do, so much that could be done, yet she had to live in the moment and think about what needed to be done. Rhiannon, or Nonnie, as she called her secretly, was a much of a joy as she was a burden. The black mare did not remember much of her parents, as they had been warriors as well, and they were easy to please by simply shutting up and doing what you were told. However, this is not what she wanted for her own child. Their relationship was special, and while she wanted her to be obedient later in life for her grooming of the Plague, she wanted to keep their relationship intact. She found herself wishing for Crowley, for his touch or embrace. How was it that he was so good at parenting? She was the mare after all, and shouldn't she know how to take care of a child like the back of her hoof? She stomped, upset by the thought of their daughter being raised solely by him. She would have a say dammit. After, she was the one that forced her out of her own loins, not him.
A patrol would help clear her mind. She sighed. It was something she needed to do, and being a soldier was hard. She didn't to stay home as often as she liked, but what else could she do? She needed to protect her family, including Nonnie, and it simply couldn't be helped. But even as she told herself that, her heart still stung. This made her stop in mid step, and if she could look in the mirror she would give herself the most hateful look she could ever muster up. Was she really talking about abandoning her duty? One that she swore to, and one that she loves almost more than life itself? Without a doubt, she would rather be a warrior than anything else, even if it meant making sacrifices at home. So what, let Crowley be the stay at home dad. He could wear an apron and cook meals too, while he was at it, maybe even clean the caves once in a while. I'll she'd have to do when she got home was put her hooves up, ask for a beer, then groom my daughter. She smiled at the thought, which was a rare occurrence for such a serious being, but it did deserve one.
Her patrol took her out of the boarders and into the long plain of permafrost and short, stubby grass. From the distance her vision would allow, she could see no one, so she decided to continue to the Frozen Arch. She was quite nosy today, and wanted to see if there were any scavengers that weren't unicorns about. Just as she was walking past an entrance, she could hear hooves on the solid ice that grew inside the walls. She gave a questioning look in the direction. So there was someone out today. How, interesting. She walked carefully, trying to avoid making too much noise. What she found made her blood boil. Aryel. Fuck. What the hell is that bitch doing here? She was pushing herself up against the wall, and it looked like someone had kicked her ass. Good, she deserves it. Poison at the ready, horn pointed toward her in a dangerous way, the Corporal started to make a dance of death.
"And what do you think you're doing here? This is Aurora Basin property. Our jurisdiction stretches from our land to the Frozen Arch. Hasn't anyone told you we don't like trespassers. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson? That'd make you remember, wouldn't it?
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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Enemies in fair weather, allies in the storm? [Elizabeth]
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