She is unprepared for the vitriol that comes flying out of the mare’s mouth.
Its drives a spike into her still raw emotions, tapping into the pain and despair of the last few days. And suddenly she’s furious. “Oh fuck off you crotchety old bitch.” She’s overcome with the desire to give the old cow (who apparently knows her parents?) a good nip, but luckily they’re interrupted by the approach of a chestnut stallion.
Sidra wheels around, eyes blazing at the intruder, but calms when she recognizes the scent. She’s never met the stallion before, but she’s detected his scent all over the Gates, and seen him from a distance once or twice on her many childish ‘adventures.’
He answers the old cow for her, and her anger cools even further. There’s no use in getting worked up over what this random old bat says. She has bigger things to worry about.
She turns back to the mare, calmer, but eyes still glaring. “As he said, my father ditched us years ago and my mother was just kidnapped by the Chamber.” Her eyes look for any reaction, any shock, or perhaps even sorrow. “So if all you intend to do is stand there insulting people you can fuck off.”
She turns to go, but pauses, glancing back. “What did you want with my father anyway? And how do you even know who I am?” Jason had disappeared when she’d been a yearling, and there’s still so much she doesn’t know about him. What had this mare been to him?
Its drives a spike into her still raw emotions, tapping into the pain and despair of the last few days. And suddenly she’s furious. “Oh fuck off you crotchety old bitch.” She’s overcome with the desire to give the old cow (who apparently knows her parents?) a good nip, but luckily they’re interrupted by the approach of a chestnut stallion.
Sidra wheels around, eyes blazing at the intruder, but calms when she recognizes the scent. She’s never met the stallion before, but she’s detected his scent all over the Gates, and seen him from a distance once or twice on her many childish ‘adventures.’
He answers the old cow for her, and her anger cools even further. There’s no use in getting worked up over what this random old bat says. She has bigger things to worry about.
She turns back to the mare, calmer, but eyes still glaring. “As he said, my father ditched us years ago and my mother was just kidnapped by the Chamber.” Her eyes look for any reaction, any shock, or perhaps even sorrow. “So if all you intend to do is stand there insulting people you can fuck off.”
She turns to go, but pauses, glancing back. “What did you want with my father anyway? And how do you even know who I am?” Jason had disappeared when she’d been a yearling, and there’s still so much she doesn’t know about him. What had this mare been to him?
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
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