[PRP]It's you again! (Griever & Discordia)

[II Paradox II]

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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.  

[II Paradox II]

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Discordia chuckled as she looked down to see the little critter wrapped around her hoof with little soft snores echoing from its vocals. In a way, the ‘creature’ was pretty adorable-looking when asleep and Discordia would admit that it was starting to grow on her and was quite, at times fond of the company. “That’s about the only excitement I’ve had in a while,” she turned to Griever with a hearty smile. “My life isn’t all that adventuring as it was when I was a foal,” she said. In fact Discordia figured her life to be completely dull and boring. Sure she was on this quest of self-discovery alongside the companionship of a makeshift creature made of earth and nature, but only once in a while would she come across interesting characters. Coming along the path of Griever was quite the treat and something she never would’ve expected.

“Nothing all that interesting happens to someone like me,” she shrugged with ears pulled back. “Have you taken a good look at me? I’m quite the drag I hear,” she said. Discordia shrugged and slumped her shoulders down a bit. She didn’t really enjoy speaking so low about herself but it was all true. The Primrose and Hope herd was full of colorful stallions and mares and yet her and the rest of her siblings looked completely different. At first she didn’t mind looking unique and different but now it was starting to take a toll on her, which is one of the reasons why she decided to journey out.

“So tell me more about what you’re searching for,” she smiled and took a step forwards which quickly awaked her friend and he crawled his way up her leg and on to her back. “Is this an item you speak of? Or maybe it’s a someone?” she asked, looking around as if she were searching for something. “I could’ve sworn that there was a nearby pond of some sort, but I cannot remember where,” she frowned with sighed softly.  

[II Paradox II]

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The smile on her lips blossomed as she looked to Griever. “You’ve always been the kind, gentle one” she admitted softly. “Even as foals you were quiet-spoken. Not at all loud and obnoxious as myself,” she laughed softly and gently nudged him with the end of her snout before looking around again. She was quiet and still for a moment as she could hear the sound of water lapping gently against the soft grassy banks and the swaying of the cattails in the nearby distance. She knew that there was a tiny pond in which she had met Griever those many years ago. She walked away from him but kept within hearing distance as she looked over her shoulder to the stallion. “Don’t you have a family?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow as she looked at him. She pondered for a moment and thought about how lost and different she was from her herd. While, yes she completely understood that her family—the herd loved her, she just felt distant and so very different from everyone else. She knew that she was accept in the herd but in a way didn’t feel accepted. She sighed deeply and looked away from him. “This way,” she motioned him to follow her with a gentle warming smile.  

[II Paradox II]

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“I know how you feel, Griever.” Discordia glanced at the stallion over her head for a brief moment with a look of remorse. Every day spent within the herd felt almost agonizing as everyone else looked and acted completely normal. Of course she knew how much she was loved by her family including her dearest Mother, Florian. But somehow it wasn’t enough and Discordia decided that once the time came that she would leave and venture out to find out more of herself—hopefully find someplace where it didn’t feel awkward. She sighed and shook her head deciding that it probably wasn’t a good idea to dwell on her family as for now she just wanted to catch up with Griever. The smile returned to her lips and she motioned, again for Griever to follow her as she listened to the sound of water lapping against a shoreline. Her ears flickered as she moved her way throughout the woodlands. “You shouldn’t talk so down about yourself. I think you’re perfect,” she smiled as she pushed some branches out of her way. “You’re very accepting to others and of course…brave, even though the dare was completely naïve of me to offer,” Discordia said.

She still felt awful about the task that she dared Griever to do when they were foals. She sighed with a drooped head as she looked back to him. “I am still very sorry, Griever. I wish I could make it up,” her smile turned a little lopsided as she glanced away from him to come across the little watering hole. “See. I told you I would find it,” she giggled to herself out loud. It seemed all those foal-hood memories were starting to come back.  

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Discordia managed a reassuring smile as she looked to the stallion with a soft sigh escaping from her vocals. “How could I ever forget?” she joked and glanced to the little watering hole in which the two had frolicked about when they were only foals. The truth was that Discordia would’ve forgotten all of this if she hadn’t bumped into Griever. Her younger years were glorious and full of adventure and potential, but all of that seemed so distant and something of that past that she had tucked it all away ever since the incident. She cringed and closed her eyes for a brief moment before turning to Griever once again. Opening her eyes with a soft expression on her face as she looked to Griever, “thank you” she whispered quietly. “If it wasn’t for you I would never remember well…you and this place,” she said. The smile blossomed on her lips as she stepped towards him and nuzzled him in a friendly gesture. “It’s like you’ve saved me if that’s not too serious of me to say. It feels good to remember this place and you,” she pulled away from him with a brightened smile.  

[II Paradox II]

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Discordia's smile blossomed as she looked to Griever before taking a step towards the lake. "Saved me from almost forgetting a place of my foal-hood," she spoke softly as she water lapped gently up against her hooves. "To be honest," she started to say as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "I wish I could still be a foal. Innocent and free from the world with the protection of my kin," she said even though she would always and forever have a place of retreat within the Primrose and Hope herd.
"But yes I am fine," she told him as not to worry Griever. "Why so worried about me?" she asked as she turned to face the lake.
It was so quiet and serene here. How could she ever forget this place?