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 Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 6:39 pm
 But Reitten didn't think she was silly. Instead, he empathized. Not that he knew what it was like to be stifled, exactly, because he'd always been free with showing his emotions. But he could feel what Atrum felt, or more exactly... he could feel how it would feel for Atrum. His eyes were shaded by mane, but that didn't mean he couldn't see what she was dealing with.
Instead of letting it out fully in words, her emotions seemed to be outwardly controlling her movements. He was quiet, but he watched her prance uneasily and shake inside her pelt. It must have been awful, feeling that way, and Reitten wanted to try and ease her obvious anxiety.
"Now that you're gone, you're free to act how you like." The way it came out made it seem very simple, but he knew it wasn't. "You look like you're feeling quite a lot right now," then he went on, in a much gentler voice. "Don't say that you can't."
When she moved, he stayed perfectly still. Not wanting to even flinch a muscle, figuring it would scare her right off. He was trying, very hard, to sound sure of himself... but in fact, he'd never had another pony attempt to make him feel better. Reitten wasn't fully sure how it was supposed to work.
"I... I can listen. If you want."
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 7:00 pm
 Atrum was still shifting, and moving. She was very anxious, emotions were spilling out everywhere. Reitten seemed so overwhelmed.
He offered to listen? No one ever wanted to listen, she didn't even know people offered to do it. Talking about how you feel was so foreign to her.
"I...uh...can't. I have...I have to go."
And with that, she ran off north. A single tear ran down her face, and before she knew it more came. She was crying, she couldn't even remember the last time she cried.
She might have made a fool of herself but she will be back, there was something about that pony she just couldn't give up.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:45 pm
Well then. Obviously, that hadn't been the right solution. When Atrum took off galloping, Reitten admittedly wanted to chase after her. His hooves even took a quick step or two forward in her direction, but he stopped himself short before he could kick off and really run. There was a reason she'd taken off; following after her was probably not what she wanted.
Shaking his head from side to side, Reitten bent his head down so his front leg could brush at his mane. He flattened the parts of it that he could sense were sticking up every which way (that always seemed to happen as he slept, no matter how still he was), and his short gold-tipped wings settled flush against his back.
The only pony to be nice enough to actually speak to him, who seemed like she had a great deal in common with him when it came to being lonely (and truthfully, it was much nicer to feel lonely with someone else than it did to feel lonely... alone) had taken off without him. And he was again on familiar grasses, under his tree. Alone, in the bright sunshine.
Since he was already there, he turned and flopped right back down to where he'd been sleeping before. He laid there in the cool grass, with the side of his muzzle pressed against it, and heaved a heavy sigh. At least he hadn't had far to go to wallow away the morning ...and afternoon ....by himself.
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