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RE: The secret of walking on water, any - Eurwen - 11-07-2019
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<div class="Wennyquote">the secret of walking on water<br>is knowing where the rocks lie</div><div class="Wennygrad"></div><div class="Wennytext">You have to say it - and Eurwen nods silently. It is true. But she has to acknowledge that she knew it longer than just now; funny how it took an argument with a younger mare to agree that she needs someone to hold on to. Her return question does as much as she hopes, though - they share a truth now, a heavy load, but between the two of them it suddenly feels like a lesser weight. I’ll help you if you help me, or something of the like.
She walks back down to Ori, slowly and a bit unsteadily, but she comes. She comes like a loyal dog hoping that their master is as kind as they think they are (though with a little more magic at hand than a regular dog). She comes with hope despite the odds that she can be normal again.
When the painted mare asks, she answers. ”Nerine.” She speaks it heavily, knowing how far away her home is, how far it must sound to Oriash, who usually flies but now might be tied to a sluggish ground-pony.
That is, if she really intended to bring her all the way. ”You don’t have to come…” she hesitantly says. She must be súch a burden to the younger mare.</div></div></center>
@[Oriash] if you want, we can continue in a common land/taiga/hyaline/nerine, or they can split ways at the base of the mountain