[open] The Joys of Winter (Any)

[Helleborn]

Lavender pools see a mess of colors moving, squealing, playing. Now this is certainly a lost mare. No one in the Village had fun. Everyone was a bunch of piss bag full of vinegar. Lobes are moving as she nears the spotted mare, lids slit in response. "Well hiya." The tones are tainted with sarcasm but truthfully, Chem had been gone for some time and Helle would at least attempt to talk to the other women.

The striped woman removes the attitude (at least from her face) and proceeds to offer a smirk (hey it's almost a smile!) "I don't believe we know one another very well. I remember your face from a bit ago though. I'm Helleborn." Okay, the mare is trying to be personable. It's a friggen stretch when you lived in the Village. Everyone knew their reputations for Chem collecting the bitchiest bitch of the west and plopping them right down here.

So cut a girl a break. She's at least trying for the sake of the herd.

HELLEBORN

light up the world as i fall asleep

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