the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Ever so slowly, her immediate fury subsides. She’s said what she’d cropped up for over a year now, and her brain finally allows for other things. Sounds. Shocked and disappointed faces. Only one such though, the new girl’s face, since Arty clearly wanted to show off he was the better of them. Ilma snorted at his pretend-polite words, but she looked away abruptly, as if inspecting something in the distance away from both of them. She did not want to admit to feeling bad about this, not while he was still here. Indeed, he looked to be on the leave, and so did Nalia. Ilma would apologize to the mare if it would help, but, could not do so in front of her son’s father. At least, not right away.
She’s decided not to answer his questions, even though he is wrong about that altogether. He is an absentee father. So is Tähti’s, but at least the girl had been created with consent. Something he gladly skipped over. A one-night stand who could never be found again but would not know he had a child either, was something different than this man standing in front of her, who knows he has a son due to his own actions - emotions had gotten the better of him back then, and she was not allowed to have them now? How strange the way his mind worked. If it worked at all sometimes.
Hearing the grulla mare’s words in the end, she finally looks back up to them. No longer the face of a sullen child, but that of a diplomat once more, having pushed back the sadness welled up inside her that had come and try to replace the anger. Although, whenever she even so much as glances at Arty, her anger is still visible in her eyes. But it’s reserved only for him now. A look of “I know what you’re doing and I ma watching you”, but, nothing more than that. Hasn’t she already said what she had wanted? And did it help her? No, wait, there was one more thing she had to say.
”I’m sorry you had to be present to witness all of this, Nalia.” she dips her head at the mare, it’s clear that she doesn’t want to be here and she has every right to turn her back on both of them. With a deep inhale of breath, she looks in Arithmetic’s general direction, though not his eyes. She can’t stand his mocking ‘I have won this’ glance, so she won’t look at it. ”Why are you even here today, Arithmetic?” She can’t help the small amount of pain that sips through her words, but she really needs to know. He would have recognized her from further away than just when walking up to the other mare. And had chosen to approach and make eyes at her and add a mocking tone to his voice, as if she would be happy to be his... plaything again. All this just for the fun of it? Really? But he could also have come back to Hyaline to do all that. It just doesn’t make sense to her.
Nalia’s absolutely right though. She realizes it far too late. But he got the better of her today. Something she will never let happen again.
@[Nalia]
@[Arithmetic]
I meant spitting like spitting out words guys, not actually spitting in the face :o she’d think that gross even when she is this angry.