WC: 446. I don't forsee this thread lasting very long? I dunno ;o
There was hope in her voice, hope and encouragement that she tried to radiate, but it was met back with sharp, brutal words. His first response alone set her cream tipped ears back upon her dark hair, trying to become one. Silvano had no reason to explain it the way he did, but he had turned that way since she had mentioned the golden prince. The woman swallowed meekly, unsure why the mention of Ezekiel had set him off so, but he knew more than she did about the place, and dared not argue what was only imagination in her simple mind. "Oh," she stammered, finding that to be the only word she could give to him. Why was he acting this way? He was much gentler and kind than this, and a bubbling feeling rose in her chest whenever she heard him speak so darkly.
Thankfully, the animal was there to help. The ivory woman could only hope it was just the right medicine, and she nodded at the mottled male's statement. "I'm sure he'd love that." She, too, would be thankful to be away from this dark air that had suddenly stirred up and threatened to drown her in. Her form darted past Heritage's stall as the larger male began to move about to ready the colt, and she turned back towards him, her form casting a long shadow in the stables. Hair partially curtained her face, waving softly in front of her as she awaited the male and his colt patiently, not wanting to be rude and run off altogether.
As Heritage She nearly jumped from her own skin when she felt her satchel move, so engrossed in thought that she hadn't even felt as her stoat had moved into her bag. She wasn't sure when he had done so, but his head poked out as he watched the sorrel colt strut about, free from his small compartment. Her head moved back towards the male and his colt, and the woman could not help but giggle merrily. The small, but growing creature looked comical standing next to his extremely tall rider. "He's quite a charmer," she offered, smiling to forget about the harsh tones that were delivered to her earlier. "Or maybe he just wants more apples?" Her body twisted towards the entrance, feeling the warm light embrace her. "Tux and I could go get some~" She offered carefully, though she briefly remembered the time she went and tried to grab an apple, and Silvano had been there to catch her from falling. Her face grew red in moments, and she lowered her face for her dark hair to cover her pale cheeks.
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