and this time I'm not leaving without you; Terra

[Marlyn]

i suddenly feel like a different person
from the roots of my soul comes a gentle coercion

The filly is not the most talkative but it was perhaps the way she was raised. Sometimes it is best to not talk to strangers in Beqanna. A wiry smile is warming the painted woman's features, the white mask crinkling at the edges of her eyes. Lobes are trained forward as she listens while noticing the nonchalant shrug, the lack of connection that the filly feigned. Marlyn is not much older than the girl...barely a mare in her own right but with the responsibility of Sylva, her head was a little heavier, her own shoulders a bit more strained.

"I'm from Sylva." Her voice thickens slightly with robust pride for her home a touch of dreaminess hinting with the amber depths of her eyes. Marlyn is not sure how she should continue after this. Sure, she could fill the air with nonetheless, babbling ceaselessly for answers to questions that she wasn't sure if she really cared to know. So instead, with a direct eye, Marlyn asks- "Terra, have you lost anything in the Reckoning?"  Marlyn purposely leaves the question open and dangling as she awaits the reply that the dark mare interprets from her question.

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