The ‘creature’ had nodded its head before coiling itself around Discordia’s back leg again with quiet chirping sounds coming from its vocals as if it were snoring. Although Discordia knew better as she figured that it was still listening in on their conversation just to make sure that Griever wasn’t about to go off and attack her.
“A journey, huh? What sort?” she asked as she turned her attention to her foal-hood friend with a smile. She was too on a journey but what stated out to be something fun and adventurous was now much more serious than that. For instance while traveling away from her herd she had come across stranger characters that seemed to shape her personality and attitude on just about everything. Discordia had once believed that the world was a bright colorful thing full of life. And while that might still remain true she didn’t take life completely for granted and knew that there were darker shadows that lingered with every step that she took. She gulped quietly with ears pulled back as faint memories of the ‘incident’ began to pierce through her mind as if torturing the young mare. She cringed and closed her eyes for a moment a she mentally told herself to think of something else—anything else. Opening her eyes she met the gaze of Griever and the smile returned to her lips.
“Trouble?” she blinked with a chuckle and shook her head. “Have you forgotten whom I am? I haven’t gotten into any sort of trouble,” she said in hopes that she sounded somewhat convincing. Discordia looked to Griever without saying anything for a couple minutes as if she were trying to read him. She could feel—could sense that he knew something was up but it would take a lot and some time for her to actually open up about what happened.
“So where’s this journey taking you?” she asked changing subjects off of her and back to him.