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 Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:16 am
She'd gotten better as she'd gotten older at moving silently and unnoticed through the shadows. Her dark colors and smoky wings served to break up her form and keep her from being noticed. She rarely flew, and even then it was among the shadowy trees in the thick forest. Her mother had taught her many of the secret ways of being part flutter, and Nita had learned well. From her father she learned the ways of the shadows, and with these lessons she became almost a ghost to the creatures of the world.
How withdrawn she has felt... so removed. Perhaps it was the leaving of Nona in pursuits of love that has left Nita feeling more alone than usual. Whatever the reason, she found herself in very familiar territory with a smile. It seemed ages since she'd come to these woods. Too long, she decided. Her childhood friend might not even remember her now, she thought. She frowned at the idea as she seemed to materialize out of the shadows into the dancing sunlight that filtered through the canopy of the trees. She heard the familiar trickle of a small waterfall nearby and made her way towards it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 11:39 pm
So what had he discovered while away and on his own? Loneliness, mostly, and a desire to visit his beloved and cherished family. He had met many a fair face on his journey from many walks of life; he had also encountered those in need of healing and the touch of another's kindness. Though still a young stallion, he was gaining wisdom beyond his years thanks to his mentor and general life experience. What stories might he share with his family, with the rest of the herd? What changes might have happened whilst he was away. . . .
Shaking out his long hair, the stallion wondered if any might recognize him. He had left as a wispy spindly legged creature, and returned now full grown with long hair and an even longer horn! Passing through the thick foliage of summer, Galahad knew the general whereabouts. He was near Azumoth's territory, and his green gaze hoped to find the familiar form of his foalhood friend. Nocturne and he had grown up together, albeit Galahad was slightly older; they had made a ridiculous pair, one a guardian the other an aspiring knight. . . . Rounding a bend, the scent of moist air and water tickled his nose, causing him to thirst; furthermore, his ears picked up the sounds of a waterfall . . . .
It didn't take Galahad long to reach the source; the small fall looked familiar and he was certain his friend and he had played near the stream. It was much smaller now that he was grown, but lovely nonetheless. Unaware of Nita's close proximity, the stallion lowered his head and began to drink. He'd linger for awhile, take in the sights of his former stomping grounds. Who knew so much time would pass before he was able to return. . . . What luck to have met Kaiya, but at the same rate, for what price?
Would his family remember him at all? Or his friends, for that matter. Only time would tell. . .
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 6:40 pm
She heard the sound of another nearby and smiled, assuming it to be Nocturne, her foalhood friend. She moved through the shadows silently, wondering if she'd be able to sneak up on him. He'd been training hard, of this she was certain and she was curious where his skills might lie. She felt a thrill of excitement as she rounded a thick tree. Oh how long it's been since seeing her friend! She missed those days so long ago!
She paused suddenly as she was greeted with the sight of not dark Nocturne, but another form. She was apprehensive at first when faced with the white stranger, but something was familiar about the stallion before her. She peered at him from the shadows for a moment before stepping forward confidently. She knew enough about Nocturne's herd and the area she was in to know this stranger was likely welcome here or he surely would not be here.
"How's the water?" Her voice was soft and pleasantly low for a female, though still harboring the sweet timbre of a lady. She stepped lightly to rest a short distance to the stallion's side.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:01 am
The pale stallion almost missed the soft step of another. So soft and quiet was Nita that the long haired unicorn practically dismissed the noise as his imagination. But the voice the swiftly followed caused his ears to swivel and his head to rise. Green eyes focused on a form that was both foreign but . . . . strangely familiar.
Who on earth was she?
Though his gaze was gentle and welcoming, not at all alarmed by her presence nor surprised by her stealth, Galahad's mind raced. Perhaps his memory was fuzzy, due to being away from home for so long, but there was something about the mare. . . . Perhaps a spot of deja vu. He had met many in his travels though, many of the most unusual and broken and angry and cold creatures. He had crossed so many paths with Kaiya that many faces melted in to one another, at least those that were nothing more than acquaintances in passing.
But those wings. . . . those puffy, cloud-like wings. . . ."Cold and sweet, just as I remember it." He added, giving the silver eyed mare a smile. Tilting his head lightly, he added, "There's more than enough room for two, if the lady wishes a drink as well," he added cordially, polite as always.
Bowing before the mare, without coming off as obnoxious or flamboyant, Galahad decided he had best introduce himself. He didn't recollect many flutters within Islagiatt, at least as colt. . . but then again, times had changed and goodness only knew what new members and faces had joined the herd and been welcome. "I'm Galahad, and. . ." He faltered lightly, slightly embarrassed by his own fault memory and dearly not wishing to offend, "But I do hope you forgive me for such a slight, but . . . have we met before? It's just that I've been away from Islagiatt for many years now and I fear some faces have become ghosts of my past that haunt me as does yours now." He meant no insult or offense by the description, but there really was something about her. . . .
Hopefully she wouldn't loathe him for his lack of mannerisms and apparent memory.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 10:19 am
He turned towards her and the sense of familiarity intensified. She was certain now she'd met this stallion before... though likely not as a stallion. She pondered the where and when of their possible acquaintance as he bade her drink as well, but as soon as he spoke his name a wave of recognition washed over her. Galahad! He had been friends with Nocturne and on more than a few occasions the three of them had spent time together. Her heart soared at the sudden memories that flooded her thoughts. "Galahad," she said softly. "It is quite alright if my name was misplaced to you. It has been a good many years since last we have spoken. By all accounts I had thought you still traveling abroad. I had expected never to find you again, much less to find you here, and so grown up." She smiled at him and moved forward, amused by the fact he did not yet remember her. She bent down to drink in the cool, refreshing water with a happy sigh. She would always have a fondness for this waterfall and its bounty.
"Granted I, myself, have been away from here a rather long time as well." She stood and turned back to Galahad. How strong and proud he seemed. So different from the foal she had known, and how much it filled her heart with happiness that he was well. "I admit I was in search of Nocturne when coming here today, but I am very pleased to find you instead. I had thought you lost to time." She had yet to offer her name to him, but she made no effort to remedy it. She wondered how far his memory traced and if he'd find her name somewhere there.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:47 pm
Galahad studied the winged beauty, canting his head ever so slightly. There was still something about her, a shadow of his past perhaps, a face that he might. . .
Wait.
She knew him, so it must be so! They had to have met, and the green eyed stallion knit his brows in concentration. His past, before he walked with Kaiya away from his home, before he took to studying the art of love and kindness, to become a great white knight and healer of hearts and souls. There weren't many within the herd that grew up with him. . .
Oh, certainly, there were some; Althalus' children, his brother, and of course Nocturne, Dove and - - -
Wait again! Nocturne. Nocturne had friends, or at least a friend that Galahad had met. A small filly with silver eyes and smokey wings. A small filly that had grown in to the lovely mare before him! Recollection hit the long-horned unicorn and a great smile crossed his tranquil features.
"Nita~!" Oh, how clumsy of him to have forgotten such a soul. Though they had only met a few times, both mutual friends of the spiked-tail colt, it amazed Galahad that he might have forgotten. She had always been unique in appearance, with wings unlike anything he had ever seen.
Dipping his head, sincerely apologetic he added, "Please, m'lady, you must forgive my thoughtlessness. It seems my memory isn't as sharp as I once imagined it to be," he admitted sheepishly, giving a shake of his head. True, he had seen hundreds of faces since then, befriended many. . . . but it still shamed him he had forgotten one of his foal hood companions. No. . . not forgotten, for he remember the filly quite vividly! He just hadn't put the connection together that the adult before him was the figment of his past.
Lifting his gaze to study once more the shadow of his youth, his gentle smile returned. "It is quite a pleasant surprise to meet you this day. I have thought fondly of my past, of memories made, but doubted I might ever see the quiet silver-eyed filly of my youth. It seems as if the spirits had other plans. . . . "
Pawing lightly at the earth, Galahad couldn't look less than pleased. Such was a joyous occassion and one he didn't so swiftly yearn to give up. "I have yet to see my old spiked-tailed friend, but as you say, it is no less pleasant to find you here instead. It truly has been ages but I trust and hope you've been well?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:49 am
She was pleased he had recalled her name and she couldn't help a smile from stretching across her features. She turned from the waterfall and regarded Galahad once more. "I've no idea if Nocturne even still frequents this place," she said softly. "I have been absent from these lands almost as long as you. I spent much time with my family. My mother taught me the secrets of my heritage," Her wings fluttered softly as the memories," and my father taught me about the shadows and spirits." She kicked a hoof into the ground softly. "Since then I have been absent from the world, hiding in shadow. I've left my parents' sides and wandered on my own, though my adventures are far less exciting than yours I'm sure." She smiled at him again. "My sister has gone off in search of other things and I haven't seen her lately either. Though you're never met her, I'm certain you'd know her to be my blood immediately." She looked about slowly, taking in the familiar territory. Everything seemed smaller now, but she knew it was only because she was so big now. Being a flutter she could, of course, change her perspective, but she rather enjoyed the view for now. It was much like Galahad before her - familiar but different. She thought things looked batter this way. "So tell me Galahad, where have you wandered?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 9:36 am
The stallion listened to the mare, his long tail giving an occasional thoughtful swish. Honestly, he was tickled pink by the prospect of meeting a former companion. Sure, Nita and he weren't close, but they had found mutual friendship with the local winged resident, Nocturne, and had spent a little time together when they were younger.
Amazing, really; he'd never thought of being reunited with the little wispy winged filly and yet she stood before him now as a grown beauty. How the spirits enjoyed teasing the mortals that roamed the world!
"It sounds as if you've grown in both body, mind and spirit. . . . I'll admit, I'd be most curious about the knowledge your father possesses. I've always come to respect the spirits of the world that surround us, but wonder if perhaps you've learned of a different view or perspective." His teachings had been slanted, of course, thanks to the angeni that he called mentor and friend. Galahad walked with a more holy outlook, as opposed to the views and ideas of others.
"But it sounds as if we're in good company, regardless," he added, green eyes lit with amusement. "For while you learned from your parents and stumbled across your own stories, I too have walked with adventures my own. Shortly after meeting you, the next summer I crossed paths with the Angeni of Redemption. I was young then, believing I could save the world all my own . . . Surprisingly though, she did take me under her wing and allowed me to study with her and assist in her own mission. I'll be honest in that I haven't had much time to call my own or a day of rest since, but it was worth it. . . even if I did miss these familiar lands and faces."
It had't been easy drifting away from his parents and siblings. While Crousader ran his own life as knight and warrior, Galahad found himself in the teachings of peace, love and forgiveness. He was strong, he could defend both Kaiya and himself, but he preferred peace over violence; knowledge over ignorance and open-mindedness to bigotry and hate. "Though there are some stories of good, I fear many of my adventures end in loss or violence."
He shrugged lightly, his tail flicking at the memories. So many faces, so many hurt souls of those in need; from those ripped to pieces thanks to skinwalkers or others hatred to those that had fallen off the edge of sanity and in to a pit of despair. So many broken, and so many that shied away from the good they offered. . .
Saving the world wasn't nearly as easy as he had once thought it to be. But he lived with no regrets. "I've been from coast to coast, have witnessed the darkest shadowed lands to the hottest deserts. The only reason I'm here now is because Kaiya and I have temporarily parted ways; she had some personal business to tend and encouraged me to take some down time or return home to visit. We'll reunite again, some day, but it is rather strange walking alone."
And it proved just how lonely his world truely was. While Kaiya chose a life of solitude due to her devotion to her work, there were some days that Galahad found himself wondering where he might be if he hadn't followed. Would he have more friends, would his life feel fulfilled, would he be different?
Ah, but his fate was in the hands of the spirits now. . . Reunited with an old friend was a good start to a new beginning. "Just tell me what sort of story and ending you'd like to hear, and I'm quite sure I could entertain the lady fair." He added with another smile, eyes bright with good humor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 9:26 am
She was thoughtful as he told her of his adventures. She let her mind wander, conjuring images to go along with his telling of pain and helping those in need. She was proud of him for his deeds, but she did not envy him his course. It sounded like a lonely one and he spoke of missing familiar faces she caught the flick of his tail that he might of thought was dismissive. She could tell things were difficult, and she could imagine why. It was so important to have family and friends with you. To strike out on ones own is a lonely thing indeed. Nita was beginning to understand that. "Perhaps it's best to be apart from that Angeni then," she said absently, slowly letting her mind return to the present. She looked into his eyes, searching for the truth in them. "Perhaps you need to be the leader of your own path, and choose the company you bring with you. Of course traveling with her was good for you, but I think you need more familiar friends with you." She shrugged lightly. "I may be overstepping my bounds and for that I am sorry. Perhaps a vacation at home is all you need." She looked away from him and took a few steps past him. She wasn't sure what she was looking for in life herself. Who was she to tell Galahad what he needs?
Her ears swiveled towards him as he asked her to name a story to entertain the "fair lady". She couldn't help a smile crossing her features and she looked back to him merrily. "How about a story about a young, wispy-winged flutter filly and her clumsy unicorn friend?" She gave him a playful wink.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 5:27 am
The stallion listened to his friend, quiet as she offered some advise. He mulled over it, contemplating what it would be like to break apart his work with Kaiya. He loved her as a mother-figure as well as a mentor and friend; she had helped him find his path and he had blindly followed her to some of the darkest territory around.
. . . but this break was good for him. "You know it's funny, she often encouraged me to strike out on my own, told me to not forget of my own wants and wishes. I always heard her, acknowledged her, but never thought of leaving. . . . Maybe this break is good." He murmured, eyes growing distant as he wondered where Kaiya was and what she was up to.
She always said she'd find him again, if only to catch up, but if she left to continue her travels would. . . . would he once again follow? With Nita before him, suddenly the stallion wasn't entirely sure. To leave his mother, to leave his friends once again now that he had them back in his life. . . . Oh, certainly he wanted to save the world and he knew there were good deeds he could continue to do and would. . . . but maybe there was truth to Nita's words. "Perhaps I am only now finding myself. The path she walks, though it is great, isn't necessarily where I will always follow." He understood that but most importantly he knew Kaiya understood as well. . . . more clearly, he realized, than he had ever come to understand.
Maybe letting him live his own life was what Kaiya had wished for all along. Ah. . .but he was being bad company by being introspective at this very moment! Green eyes quickly refocused back on his smokey winged friend and he dipped his head. "Apologies, m'lady. . . It seems as if I've much to quander at a later date. But for now . . . the tale of the two companions."
Clearing his throat lightly, the stallion gave a small flick of his tail as he contemplated where to begin. "I suppose one should begin at the very beginning. . . It had been a cool summer morning, when the mists hadn't quite melted away and the sunshine hadn't yet warmed the world. A very confident foal had been out early, racing over the hills as his father had instructed. He was training, trying to grow strong as his militant father insisted upon, but never had the colt thought to stumble in to company.
"For as the foal raced through the woodlands, a flash of violet and pink caught his gaze. While he tried to make sense of what he had raced past through the foliage, he forgot to look where he ran and tripped most ungracefully over a tree root. He went spiraling head over hooves and came to a crash landing in the nearby bushes. . . . A quite unpleasant experience.
"Instead of scaring the wispy-winged female away, she approached out of the shadows to inquire about his health. The little colt eventually clambered to his feet, covered in brambles and broken twigs, but laid eyes a very pretty filly. She was a damsel of the woods he had raced through, and even more amazing, was good friends with one of his own herdmates and pals - a winged and spiked tailed creature by name of Nocturne.
"This chance meeting led to others, sometimes with just the pair of them, other times with all three involved. . . until, of course, the little clumsy unicorn disappeared and took off to follow a creature of great good. As it is, he never forgot his friends - the winged mistress of the shadows or the spike-tailed solemn male of the woods. He kept them in his heart daily and always vowed to return.
"Of course, the years passed and the pink and violet female grew in to a most beautiful lady. His friend, in to a great defender. . as for the clumsy colt, though still clumsy he found himself as a great knight assisting the angeni of redemption. Upon his belated return, though, it is here that their story sits. . . it is an unfinished story, without ending. Will the stallion return to his Redeemer friend to continue his journey alone? What will become of the wispy-winged mademoiselle and her beauty? And what of the spiked-tailed stallion? It is a story that will continue on through the ages, most certainly . . . a story that is forever changing but one the clumsy-grown-colt looks forward to hearing."
Smiling lightly, Galahad gave a small shrug. "Unfortunately, I am not a great story teller. . . Apologies, Miss Nita. . . though what I did speak of was true."
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 6:58 pm
She took his words in silence as he seemed unsure himself of the answers. It was strangely comforting to mare, and brought a measure of warmth to her heart. For a moment her thoughts lingered on the idea of a traveling companion, a protector. Nita, though not weak by most measures, thought of herself as a fragile thing, small and unsure. She was the Lady of the Shadows and knew nothing of the world outside of her wood. She let the thought pass as quickly as it had come. Sh had no reason to leave her world just yet, not when her foalhood friend Nocturne might still be about...
She smiled as Galahad recounted her first meeting and blushed as her appearance was again and again complimented. She was patient as he finished, and let the moment linger in comfortable silence. "I was sad when you left," she said quietly. She remembered the day well. Nocturne had said next to nothing and had passed the day in hard training. Nita had left Nocturne to his thoughts, returning to the side of her mother and father. Perhaps that was the point that things had changed for all of them. It was a turning point, as all three had approached adulthood and needed to find themselves. Nita began seeing less of Nocturne, and then none at all. It seemed a shame to the mare, and it was perhaps a way of chasing those happy childhood moments to come here searching for her old friend.
She was happy to have found one of them. "I hope the story of the three friends finds them always by each others side, though that might not be possible." Still she hoped. Her world would be empty without her friends. And the longer she lingered with Galahad, the more at home she felt. Soon her thoughts of finding Nocturne were distant in the back of her mind.
((I figured this is probably before she finds Nocturne and all that storyline plays out. We can start a new rp soon for when she leaves and Galahad follows. smile )))
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 9:56 am
Galahad felt a small twinge of guilt pierce his heart as Nita spoke. At the time it hadn't occurred to him that he might actually hurt those he loved the most when he left. The opportunity to follow and learn under Kaiya had been too great to pass by! He had been so eager to leave, so focused on his own needs and desires he hadn't thought much about how his friends or family would feel. Oh, certainly he knew they might miss him, but at that age he hadn't concerned himself with their feelings.
He'd been naive to think everything would have stayed the same even in his absence. Unfortunately, his friendships with both Nita and Nocturne were still up in the air, questionable. Life had overwhelmed and transformed all of them in to something new, something different. He was lucky enough to have reunited with his foal-hood friend, someone whom he might have lost contact with forever.
And his family. . . . His brother was missing and everything was practically in shambles. Not entirely so, of course, but the world he remembered laced in innocence was no longer present. Time had changed every one . . . and only now, so many years later, was he returning to pick up the pieces. "It was hard to leave everyone behind," he admitted softly, green eyes averting for just a moment as he thought back of those early days. "I don't regret leaving, but the next few months had been particularly difficult. Honestly, there were days even in these recent months, that were hard to accept. I guess I never really got over my longing to see family and friends." He hated to admit such weakness, but it was too late to change his story now.
Surely Nita wouldn't judge him or think him less a stallion for caring . . .right? "Regardless though," he added with a small smile, "It's good to be back home."
As for the story, green eyes glittered with amusement as he looked back at his friend. "I truly do hope as much. . . . We may not always be together, physically, but there are fond memories and unending affection that shouldn't be so swiftly replaced. Time may change us but I like to believe the care we had and still have for each other won't waver. Besides, I know Nocturne. . . as long as Islagiatt is here, he won't be hard to find. It is you and I who are more difficult to pinpoint."
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:39 am
She let the silence settle around the two, a blanket enveloping them in passive contemplation. The air was still with the gentle lapping of the nearby water the only sound. The place seemed suddenly empty to Nita, devoid of the loud clamoring of three clumsy foals. She turned slightly, peering around at the world she had once known but suddenly she felt only an emptiness. A breeze whistled through the trees suddenly, bringing with it the hint of bitter cold. Autumn was coming, and winter soon after. It was the season of changes, of transformation.
"Is Islagiatt still here," she asked uncertainly. She had only ever been on the fringes of t hat herd, never much more than a shadow to them and she never knew about their movements. "What if Nocturne is no longer here?" She turned back to Galahad, her eyes mournful. She suddenly felt so fragile and unsure. What was she looking for? She moved a little closer to Galahad. "What if he's forgotten me?" Her voice was barely over a whisper. She couldn't bear that to be true. How could he forget her? She simply couldn't bear that. But why? She felt something at work here, some sort of feeling she couldn't quite understand. She looked away again, afraid of the thoughts in her mind. She suddenly wished to be very small, to hide away though she was unsure why. Her flutter heritage took over and she began to physically shrink. At first she didn't notice, so lost in her thoughts. She blushed deeply as she looked up at Galahad from the ground. She turned and flapped her wings, rising into the air and darting off into the woods, embarrassed and confused at her feelings. There was something in her heart for Nocturne, but the appearance of Galahad had stirred up a number of other emotions that the flutter couldn't understand. Tears were welling in her eyes as she flew between the trees, not sure of her direction.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 4:31 pm
Galahad didn't mind the silence that passed between them. He was accustomed to the quiet, as there had been many times when Kaiya and he had nothing to say or preferred to let the quiet say everything. He was very good at reading the body language of another, a trick he had learned from his mentor and something that had saved his life on countless occasions.
But he didn't fear or worry about Nita. She was a gentle soul, even if she lived half of her life in shadow. But something wasn't . . . wasn't entirely sound. Even amidst the quiet, as she opened her mouth and spoke, Galahad's ears pricked and focused fully on her. His gentle gaze studied the petite female, watching as her body seemed to grow tense and unsure. "Islagiatt is certainly still here," he spoke with confidence, because his family was part of Islagiatt! There had been few changes within the herd, outside of some new faces. "And I know Nocturne is still here. He would never stray long from his family or his herd, trust me." His swords were full of hope and reassurance, but that was usual for the unicorn. Funny though, how he could be so certain and yet hadn't managed to catch Nocturne himself.
Still. . . he knew his old friend still haunted the area. Both Amarinne and Crous had said as much! "Nita, Nocturne could never forget you. I haven't, and it has been such a long time since I've been close to either of you. Surely Nocturne couldn't do the same. . . " And that was the truth! Perhaps Galahad was more outgoing than their spike-tailed counter-part. . .or at least more vocal and expressive . . . but that didn't mean he would have forgotton their quiet friend.
Times might have changed, but that didn't mean their friendships or feelings for each other had to.
Unfortunately though, Galahad watched as this sudden uncertainty and fear gripped his friend. Not only did she draw back, but she shrunk and switched over to her much smaller flutter form. His brows knit with concern as the violet femme suddenly took off, darting in to the nearby woods.
It broke his heart to see her so worried, so concerned over Nocturne. That thought alone caused him to feel a moments pang of feeling, of . . . well. . . . jealousy. It was a very foreign feeling, but it was there nonetheless. Still, Galahad pushed it away as quickly as it surfaced and focused on the task at hand.
"Nita!" He called out, picking his way through the woods after her. His pace was swift and determined. He didn't want her to get too far ahead or lose her amongst the shadows of the forest. She wasn't happy, she was upset, and he felt as her friend that he should try to assuage her worries. "Please don't go yet," he fervently hoped that she wouldn't leave him so swiftly after they'd met. "I can help you find Nocturne, or at least get you his whereabouts." It wouldn't be hard, he had connections and word could easily travel back to Azu's grove if necessary.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 6:32 am
Nita didn't even hear Galahad's cries out to her as she flew, whipping between the trees, the wind howling in her ears. She rarely flew and the experience was always a mix of excitement and terror. She had full confidence in her abilities to fly, but being so small frightened her. She felt vulnerable, insignificant. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she aimlessly moved through the woods. There was nothing familiar about anything anymore and she felt lost, disoriented by her own foolishness. She slowed her pace, catching her breath and noticed tears falling down her face. What was the matter with her? She shook her head violently, temporarily disorienting herself. She faltered in the air and decided she'd had enough flying. She landed softly, but before she started to grow she heard something. A voice? It was familiar...
She moved slowly through the tall (to her) ferns and grass and suddenly she was stopped dead by a familiar sight. Nocturne! It was his voice she has heard, speaking with his mother! Her heart soared, but it was momentary. What was he saying? Something about a mare? She frowned and took a step back into the shadows, feeling smaller than even her flutter stature. How foolish she was indeed. What had she expected? She had been gone so long, and why had she entertained the idea he would seek her out? Is this why she had come? To see if he cared about her? The tears were back and she took to the air once more, aiming herself towards home without thinking. She simply wanted to be.. away.
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