08-16-2016, 09:44 AM
The light that shines so bright.
She felt like a small child that was throwing a fit about nothing. Well, in her case it wasn’t nothing, but either way she felt horrible. Not only had her pride been broken, she also felt very little because she got thrown away by her parents like she was nothing more than dirt. On top of that she also had discovered that her only childhood friend – she had never really bonded with her siblings – belonged to herd of the stallion she had gotten sold too. Others might see it as an exchange, but that wasn’t something Gyps could accept. After all, she had been the price of her mother’s freedom. That Archam had given his own daughter to her father in return didn’t change anything about that.
Oh, how she hated both of them. Archam had yet to see the better side of her – nobody in Cobblestone Creek had seen it since she had arrived – and the winged black and blue mare simply refused to just settle in like an easy little mare. She wasn’t and she would never be. The thing she had been wrong about was Andras, and his connection to this whole thing. Yes, it still was possible for him to be involved in this conflict, but right now Gyps wanted to believe so desperately that he wasn’t. She needed him. And she would rather believe a lie than know the truth.
When he finds her she’s still scared and upset, genuinely afraid of what Archam would do with her. She didn’t want his child, but she had been delivered to him on a golden plate. He could do whatever he wanted. Gyps didn’t know what kind of stallion he was, but she could only hope that Andras took after his father, which would mean that Archam wouldn’t be too unkind. ”Andras.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, voice out her surprise. She hadn’t expected him to come back, not this soon at least. But seeing him now only makes Gyps realise how lonely she had been.
She wants nothing more than to move closer towards him, to press her muzzle against his skin and hide at his side. She does not, instead she just stands there, awkwardly. Hesitant the blue haired mare takes a few steps forward, neck already stretched and nose extended in his direction, but there still is a big gap between them. Would he be angry with her for her previous behaviour? Would he cast her away, like she had told him to get lost? Swallowing the dry lump in his throat she parts her lips to speak, but nothing comes out. When she closes her mouth again, the tears are about to spill from her eyes. Gyps hates how she feels right now. How weak she looks, but seeing Andras pulls all those emotions out of her and there is nothing she can do to stop it.
Gyps
