01-08-2017, 11:57 AM
She shivers once as the frigid air kicks past her, Potion did not much care for the winter season. Sure she could get by, was warm enough, her gray coat thick and full. She had plenty to eat but still, she didn’t have to enjoy it being freezing. She appears to steel herself, composing her body and taking claim of its actions, as though the previous movement was involuntary. Her pastel eyes watch the other mare, the thin one, that looked to blow over at any moment. Actually she now wondered if it had ever happened, it was entirely possible and a small smile curved against her lips. Just enough to counter the frown she received.
The other woman shakes her head, a no response to handing over her food to others. Well, who knows maybe she was one of those charitable types, helping the hungry and whatnot. Her answer deems otherwise so potion is left to begin deducing another possibility for the mares haggard appearance. She doesn’t have to consider anything for long, the answer soon finds her, leaving the thin lips of the other. Pangea, hmm odd name but okay. A wasteland? Gross. Potion shook her head, snorting in annoyance at the thought. Who would ever want to live in a wasteland, why didn’t they all just leave?
Powerful, oh now that’s a word she knows. It is unusual though for those with power to submit themselves to such harsh conditions, why waste away, what power was there in being frail, malnourished?
“Ruling a wasteland, proud they must be.” A chuckle left her pastel mouth as she nodded, chewing on her cheek in thought. “Why yes, for now we stay here in the forest. No his highness or her majesty, plenty of food, tree cover. It’s a real home away from home.”She laughed again at that, sarcasm evident in her last observation, this was truly not a home away from home. Nothing replaces the sea.
“Oh well, go if you must, or not, makes no difference to me.” She casually scooted aside some snow with her left hoof, revealing a patch of icy green beneath. “I wish you luck, three weeks even,Rhae. At the rate you’re going of course” Three weeks? Oh, but the girl wouldn’t know of their game. Three weeks to live, three weeks left of slowly wasting away before she would surely freeze to death from winter’s kiss. “Or you could eat, stay a while,” you can be my little pet she said without saying, hiding her thoughts with the prospect of a full stomach.
The other woman shakes her head, a no response to handing over her food to others. Well, who knows maybe she was one of those charitable types, helping the hungry and whatnot. Her answer deems otherwise so potion is left to begin deducing another possibility for the mares haggard appearance. She doesn’t have to consider anything for long, the answer soon finds her, leaving the thin lips of the other. Pangea, hmm odd name but okay. A wasteland? Gross. Potion shook her head, snorting in annoyance at the thought. Who would ever want to live in a wasteland, why didn’t they all just leave?
Powerful, oh now that’s a word she knows. It is unusual though for those with power to submit themselves to such harsh conditions, why waste away, what power was there in being frail, malnourished?
“Ruling a wasteland, proud they must be.” A chuckle left her pastel mouth as she nodded, chewing on her cheek in thought. “Why yes, for now we stay here in the forest. No his highness or her majesty, plenty of food, tree cover. It’s a real home away from home.”She laughed again at that, sarcasm evident in her last observation, this was truly not a home away from home. Nothing replaces the sea.
“Oh well, go if you must, or not, makes no difference to me.” She casually scooted aside some snow with her left hoof, revealing a patch of icy green beneath. “I wish you luck, three weeks even,Rhae. At the rate you’re going of course” Three weeks? Oh, but the girl wouldn’t know of their game. Three weeks to live, three weeks left of slowly wasting away before she would surely freeze to death from winter’s kiss. “Or you could eat, stay a while,” you can be my little pet she said without saying, hiding her thoughts with the prospect of a full stomach.
POTION
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