[private] shatter every window 'til its all blown away; harrowed

[Harrowed]

harrowed

Harrowed notes the glow that comes to the stranger's reptilian eyes, and then fades, but he doesn't even spare it a thought. It could mean anything, after all, and if she was temporarily on guard then he saluted her. She should be, after what they had gone through. Little did she know how little of a threat he was to her now. He should be savouring the scent of her distress, any lingering fear and sadness from after their ordeal, but all his nose picked up was the earthy scents of the meadow and the warmth of another horse.

Preying on the emotions of others had never felt wrong to Harrowed, when done correctly. It had been how he needed to feed, how he needed to survive, and he felt so off-balance being forced to live in another way.

He didn't know if he even truly was himself anymore, with so much changed, but he replies to Wayfair's introduction with his name nonetheless. "Harrowed."

A name and description all rolled into one.

Now, though, he hesitates — not sure which direction to push the conversation. The weather was so utterly unimportant, wasn't it? Pretending to be normal wasn't going to make it true.

So he asks her a question he had been asked himself, deliberately reminding himself that having someone he could lean on afterwards did help. "Have you talked about it with anyone?"

@Wayfair