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 Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 11:35 am
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Coralia let out a deep, gusty sigh, the sound seeming to well up all the way from her hooves to her hairline. It was a sigh of deep frustration, of exasperation, of deep, turbulent emotion, compressed into one loud, dramatic exhale. Sigh, indeed. As though sighing was going to do anything to resolve the issues at hand! No, what she really needed to do was quit lying around feeling sorry for herself and her changing position in the world and step up to face her challenges head on! She had dealt with life and death situations more times than she cared to consider in her earlier years; hadn't she been but a foal when she'd witnessed her mother's agonizing death via toxic mushroom? And hadn't she been little more than a teenager when her father was killed by a skinwalker? And hadn't it been less than a year ago that she had witnessed the death of most of their adopted herd, nearly including her beloved brother?
Thinking of that beloved brother, Coralia let out another sigh, once that was promptly followed by a scowl. Sighing was a call for attention; it was not a behavior that suited her, and she was going to have done with it, damnit!
"Och, an' what do yeh thenk yeh're goin' tae be accoomplishen' wi' sooch carryin' on, Coralia? Yeh're goin' tae be makin' people, yehself included, start thenkin' yeh're one o' those pointless females what canna' handle their own prooblems!" Yes, she was talking to herself; yes, she knew that talking to oneself was often regarded as a crazy behavior. Well, just let someone try to call HER crazy; she might be a petite flutter mare, but she could fight with the best of them (well, the best of the flutters, anyway) and she would match her ferocity and stamina against anyone's! It wasn't her fault she'd been born a flutter, and a female, and had a plethora of flimsy stereotypes to combat.
Besides, she liked talking things out. Somehow, talking, even to herself, always seemed to make problems easier to resolve.
So, she began pacing up and a down, taking advantage of the seclusion of the mountain meadow to speak in her normal, carrying tones. "Sae, what is it tha' yeh're truly bein' bothered by, Coralia? Is it the fact tha' yeh dinna have a place tae be callin' yehr own, tha' yeh're still in the state o' houseguest after all theyse moonths?" She paused, considering that option; it was certainly true that she and Corwin had made no progress to move out of Hayalet's space and find their own home. It was equally true that neither of them had shown any inclination to do so yet! Somehow, she didn't think that was the problem, and she resumed her pacing. "Is it tha' yeh're still no' sure aboot livin' up here in the mountains, tha' yeh're missin' the grassland life yeh used tae be leadin'?" Again, she paused to consider, but shook it off. Next? "Do yeh miss herd life more than yeh'd thought?" Dear god, no; while she deeply regretted the loss of life, she could not regret their ultimate separation from the herd. Herds were just not her speed.
"Are yeh frettin' because Cory is spendin' sae much time on his own and doesna suggest yeh join him?" Again she stopped, this time with a frown. She had no easy answer for that one...
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