good gone girl, she's got nothing left to lose; covet

[Darking]

good gone girl, she’s got nothing left to lose And low and behold, there he is. A strange ghost from the past, he appears before them. He’s older now - time has changed his gait, his coat, clouded his eyes … He’s not the same horse he was back then. But then, neither is she. She’d been young and fiery when they first met, full of passion and ideals, and a strange loyalty to a kingdom she had only just joined. She’d been naive then. So naive. But over a 100 years of life has taken care of that. “Covet.” A ghost of a smile flashes across her face. She holds no grudges against him, not any more. Her life has been too long to hold on to such things. In fact she holds a hint of affection for the old bastard. To her he represents a different time in her life, a different age. She notices his eyes passing over the filly at her side and Darking leans down to nudge the girl’s shoulder. She whispers quietly the child’s ear. “Go on.” Rowyn steps forward, head cocked to the side, her curiosity written all over her young face. “Rowyn, this is your father. Covet.” The black yearling steps even closer, trying to peer into the taller stallion’s eyes. “Well that’s where the orange is from.” The girl takes a step back, but her eyes remain fastened on her father. “Mom said you were a king once. A long time ago. She also said the two of you didn’t get along very well.” Behind her, Darking lets out a quiet chuckle. Of course that’s what Rowyn would be interested in. She had tried her best to explain her past and Covet’s past to their daughter, but perhaps it would be good for her to hear her father’s side as well. DARKING