[private] watch your heart move slowly from your hands

[Agetta]

It is startling to hear her name from an unfamiliar voice, for her idle thoughts about the weather to be interrupted and to turn and see a face that she does not recognize. Her smile is slow, though her answer is automatic - a little too automatic, almost like it was rehearsed (or like it had been planted in her mind for situations like this, a script for her mind to use when it could not access the memories it needed). “Hello, it’s good to see you too.” After all, it would not be polite to tell someone you don’t know who they are - right? Besides, she thinks that maybe it will come to her after a little bit of time. Though her body does not look terribly old, she is rather ancient and she supposes things are bound to slip through the cracks. Perhaps this is someone she knew from the Gates? Many of those memories have become hazy with the stretch of years, she cannot easily recall the faces of the mares who had raised and trained her, or the generations that came after as she lingered on the sidelines. She feels incredibly guilty that something as much as an entire stallion, especially one followed by what she imagines is a distinctive fog, could have slipped out of her mind but if there is a kind way to say that out loud she cannot think of it. He seems pleasant enough though, and Agetta does enjoy having company after so many years on her own, so her smile is not forced as she continues. Her voice now is more natural as she moves into an easy topic that does not require a magical script. “It’s good to have the sun back, isn’t it?” we are made of starstuff

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