empty, i echo the least footfall; librette

[Librette]

As a child you would wait, and watch from far away. But you always knew you'd be the one to work while they all play. If there's one good thing about Librette, it's that she's so terribly awkward she can never let anyone else be awkward either. You could say anything to her, think anything about her, and she wouldn't let it bother her in the slightest. You'd need to offend the Valley to really get her to react. But that doesn't stop her from being taken aback when the other mare actually answers her question honestly. So few will actually own up to it when they're not doing well. So many just kind of glaze over the truth, answering with lies that look sweet and smell sweeter, but deep down they're thoroughly hollow. She's still struggling to figure out how to react to this turn of events when the mare continues on. You might think that Librette is offended by deeply personal questions, but you'd be wrong. She seems to attract them somehow, just the way that she attracts children – both children and feelings are foreign concepts to her, and yet they seem to find their way to her with magnetic frequency. She is tempted to tell the mare that no, she's never felt that. She opens her mouth to say it, but then closes it as she realizes it's a lie. She has felt that – she remembers it with the rush of Magnus' kisses on her crest, the hot heat of their sin. Oh yes, she'd had no idea then. She'd just known that she was wrong, that she was sin, that she was something horrible. "Yes." she answers, her voice softer than it ever is usually. "Yes, I've been there." she pauses. "I met a…friend who helped me through it, gave me purpose again." Could you call Magnus a friend? He was so much more. So indescribably much more. She thinks for a moment about whether she should share the story or not, but she thinks perhaps no, perhaps it's impolite to say anything. Perhaps she should ask this mare something more about her own troubles. "What, uh, what happened?" she looks at the other woman, pausing for just a moment. "If you want to talk about it," Don't weep for me LIBRETTE Because this will be the labor of my love. Image copyright FFFiiiAA

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