05-28-2021, 06:35 PM
it's a mystery to me
we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
Wishbone can’t help but laugh at her friend’s comment, even when it’s directed toward her. Although this is only the second time they’ve met each other, the purple mare feels an unspoken familiarity pull them closer together. She wonders if it’s partially from her intense desire for companionship (but not in a romantic way, she’s had too many bad experiences to want something like that again), for someone to share her life with. Her childhood was spent surrounded by friends and family, and she had been deprived of all the things she loved in the Afterlife.
It makes perfect sense that she would want to surround herself again, to fill the hole that’s created by the absence of her parents, the twins, Wolfbane, and those she’s loved before.
Wishbone can’t say she loves Mazikeen, at least not yet. But she can say with certainty that her affection for her friend is growing quickly. “Well, apparently my body isn’t ready to die again, and especially not from a stick.” The Hyaline mare’s humor simmers her anger even further, and Wishbone feels herself settling into the exhaustion post-battle as if it were an old friend. Although Svedka hasn’t returned, he might one day; she convinces herself it’s okay to not think about him for a little while.
“What did you need a distraction from? Kicking ass?” Her glowing eyes shine with amusement while she turns to guide them through the jungle. There’s a particular spot she’s thinking of, a branch of the river that flows just above an underground lava stream. It creates the perfect remedy for sore muscles, and though Wishbone’s muscles feel good now, she knows it would help to relax them more.
It makes perfect sense that she would want to surround herself again, to fill the hole that’s created by the absence of her parents, the twins, Wolfbane, and those she’s loved before.
Wishbone can’t say she loves Mazikeen, at least not yet. But she can say with certainty that her affection for her friend is growing quickly. “Well, apparently my body isn’t ready to die again, and especially not from a stick.” The Hyaline mare’s humor simmers her anger even further, and Wishbone feels herself settling into the exhaustion post-battle as if it were an old friend. Although Svedka hasn’t returned, he might one day; she convinces herself it’s okay to not think about him for a little while.
“What did you need a distraction from? Kicking ass?” Her glowing eyes shine with amusement while she turns to guide them through the jungle. There’s a particular spot she’s thinking of, a branch of the river that flows just above an underground lava stream. It creates the perfect remedy for sore muscles, and though Wishbone’s muscles feel good now, she knows it would help to relax them more.
@[Mazikeen]