don't know if you love me or you want me dead;

[Agetta]

She thought he was someone she knew? Sadness eats into her polite smile, regretting that she feels no recognition now. It is an odd feeling, hearing things she had said with no memory of having saying them. She resists the urge to shake her head, to tell him he must have mistaken her with some other white mare. There are many of them, she knows - surely someone else had been the one near the river for him.

Agetta’s eyes widen a little at his introduction but she remembers enough of her manners not to act too shocked by the unkind name he goes by. And then he references the meeting by the river again, a rude exchange she does not know anything about, and finally she shakes her head - giving him a smile that is finally a little more friendly than just polite.

“No apology needed, truly.” Agetta doesn’t know how to kindly explain to him that there is no need for him to apologize for something she doesn’t even remember happening at all. But he had not known her name, and introduces himself as well, so surely their acquaintanceship could not have been all that significant. How long ago had it been, for her to have forgotten it? She had meant to ask that with Kensley as well - hoping that it was a long time ago, from back when she was a mare with a coat as dark as the stallion standing in front of her. “I’d like to have a word with your mother about that name, though.” She adds with an attempt at a smile and a joke - unable to imagine a world where she gives such a name to one of her own.

But worried that might be rude of her, knowing nothing about his mother as she does, she adds - that concern creeping back easily into her voice and dark eyes. “Are things any less confusing now?”

Agetta

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