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. . . My assumption it seems was correct. I narrow my eyes as I watch various emotions play across the older mares face. She knows me. Or.. perhaps not? Confusion clouds my gaze as her features play a myriad of thoughts. I have trouble deciphering it at first. The initial feeling is that perhaps I should take my leave of her. But then, another look enters her eyes and my movement is arrested and my feet stay planted in the ground. Her lack of voice does not disturb me for often words are only pretty lies. I grasp the meaning behind her soft exhalation. "I thought I knew you.. but perhaps I do not. Things have been so muddled since.." I trail off letting my eyes wander the meadow for a moment. If only I could remember. "I am Amanita.. daughter of Lady in Red.. daughter of Kemp. My sister is Starlace.. but I think she is dead." I shake my head causing my black curls to take momentary flight. I wish I could clear these cobwebs away. There are still faces the swim through the murky waters of my mind. Faces I feel like I should know. Or do know. Or perhaps only met in passing. I clench my eyes tight for a moment before opening them to face the mare again. "So much is lost.." I know I sound forlorn, like a child and yet I cannot help it. |
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