Lacey
The corner of her mouth tightened, quirked a little, when he assumed Ashley was a second mare. Hah! He was attractive enough, sure. But no, certainly not two mares.
He seemed to be struggling with it though, this apparent lack of memory. She could do with a lack of memory, personally. There was one that had offered once... But she'd hoped there was some wisdom in remembering. She might've been wrong. There seems to be only pain and longing.
Her amusement was gone.
She told them their history doesn't matter and he questioned that, asked why did she seem mad then? She scoffs softly, her eyes turning away. She was not mad, not in the sense that he'd meant it. Perhaps there was a madness instead.
The air shifted and he moved closer, pulling her eyes warily to him as she watched. There was an intensity to it that set her on edge, set her heart racing. Then again there was this gorgeous guy walking up to her, so how could she not be suddenly on edge?
"It does matter. It matters to me."
Had his voice gotten softer? She observed him quietly, wondering at what direction this meeting would take.
"Tell me everything."
She looked away. Took a breath. Started walking. "It doesn't matter, Tiphon. You didn't even like me." Nobody does. She wasn't walking away this time, more of a silent invitation to join her if he wished, otherwise she'd just carry on as she had been. She can't imagine anyone wanting to be in her company for longer than was necessary anyway.
"I was nearly just a child." Even now, she was not much older. Three years, maybe. Time had passed differently in Reilly's homeland when they'd gone for a visit. And came back to the world ending, or some such hysteria.
She'd been so bold and fiery the last time he knew her. That probably didn't help his lapse in memory of her. She was so different now. So worn and broken now.
"Where have you been, Tiphon?" she asked quietly, turning a glance on him and holding it.
