01-02-2020, 12:00 PM
She’s right. It doesn’t take long.
She smells him before she sees him approaching — the stench of death, though she doesn’t recognize it as such. She holds herself as a tough girl: head held high, smug, but at her core she is an innocent child. Her childhood had been so pleasant: a loving mother, a twin and a companion to always play with, free reign of her home, a best friend in another land to always talk with. What would she know about struggle, about death?
He speaks to her, smiles, but his dead eyes are unnerving. She shifts her wings; a nervous tic.
“Stave,” she repeats as another mare joins them, nuzzling the boy’s neck. “Isilme.”
She assumes this gray mare is the one who had taken over after her parents. She’s rather plain looking, she thinks, though battle-scarred. There must be more to her than appears.
“Yes, she did,” she says shortly, pausing, thinking. “I don’t care that you took Pangea from my parents. I just want to know who you are.”
She smells him before she sees him approaching — the stench of death, though she doesn’t recognize it as such. She holds herself as a tough girl: head held high, smug, but at her core she is an innocent child. Her childhood had been so pleasant: a loving mother, a twin and a companion to always play with, free reign of her home, a best friend in another land to always talk with. What would she know about struggle, about death?
He speaks to her, smiles, but his dead eyes are unnerving. She shifts her wings; a nervous tic.
“Stave,” she repeats as another mare joins them, nuzzling the boy’s neck. “Isilme.”
She assumes this gray mare is the one who had taken over after her parents. She’s rather plain looking, she thinks, though battle-scarred. There must be more to her than appears.
“Yes, she did,” she says shortly, pausing, thinking. “I don’t care that you took Pangea from my parents. I just want to know who you are.”
you should see me in a crown