09-16-2018, 01:35 PM
Perhaps it is the cold, or my exhaustion, or maybe some combination of the two. Whatever the cause, it nips at my temper in an uncommon way. Rather than duck my head for a scolding - which, perhaps might have been a better choice - I release the calm I'd held around myself with a sharp snort.
"I didn't break my word."
Ilma had frequently accused me of being unreasonable, and the white mare wasn't wrong. I have never been easily broken, and that is as much a result of my innate stubbornness as it is well-practiced control. I consider telling him I plan on keeping her, that I won't be going with them to Hyaline, that there are a thousand things I might have done to put Loess in true danger and that inviting a child on a trip is certainly not one of them.
The tightness in his voice encourages these urges, the way he refuses to look at me as though I've committed some unforgivable sin. The wise voice telling me to apologize grows weaker as the light around us grows stronger. The golden stallion tells me I've added insult to injury, and the scowl that has been building on my thin face grows sharper.
"You missed your calling," I tell him. "You'd have made an excellent Storyteller with that flare for the dramatic." It's not the response he'll be expecting, I know, but it is a compromise that I am willing to make. Stay true to myself - the mantra echoes. "No one's been injured or ripped away. She doesn't even know she's been stolen yet. I told her I'd introduce her to Castile, her father."
An apology should be next, of course, and a promise to do better in the future.
"You can keep your reputation intact." Well, that certainly wasn't an apology. "Tell them Sylva went rogue, that I stole the princess to get even for my time spent captive." It's not something I would ever do, of course; the entire idea of keeping captives is nauseating. "That's something a queen of the evil kingdom would do, isn't it?"
@[Wolfbane]
idek where this is going <3
"I didn't break my word."
Ilma had frequently accused me of being unreasonable, and the white mare wasn't wrong. I have never been easily broken, and that is as much a result of my innate stubbornness as it is well-practiced control. I consider telling him I plan on keeping her, that I won't be going with them to Hyaline, that there are a thousand things I might have done to put Loess in true danger and that inviting a child on a trip is certainly not one of them.
The tightness in his voice encourages these urges, the way he refuses to look at me as though I've committed some unforgivable sin. The wise voice telling me to apologize grows weaker as the light around us grows stronger. The golden stallion tells me I've added insult to injury, and the scowl that has been building on my thin face grows sharper.
"You missed your calling," I tell him. "You'd have made an excellent Storyteller with that flare for the dramatic." It's not the response he'll be expecting, I know, but it is a compromise that I am willing to make. Stay true to myself - the mantra echoes. "No one's been injured or ripped away. She doesn't even know she's been stolen yet. I told her I'd introduce her to Castile, her father."
An apology should be next, of course, and a promise to do better in the future.
"You can keep your reputation intact." Well, that certainly wasn't an apology. "Tell them Sylva went rogue, that I stole the princess to get even for my time spent captive." It's not something I would ever do, of course; the entire idea of keeping captives is nauseating. "That's something a queen of the evil kingdom would do, isn't it?"
@[Wolfbane]
idek where this is going <3
