this is not your dream
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Poor Helotes, this whole situation is sad... / +340

His appearance seemed to trouble the girl, as her large ears folded down against her head. Loners and newcomers often had this anxious reaction, but this time it was different. It was as if this Anathemian was surprised at his words and… disappointed? Helotes was utterly confused, though his features did not show it. But then, words came from her lips, and those lavender eyes he knew so well turned on him and it was like a poison tipped arrow for his heart.

He stopped breathing in that moment, and became ridged, eyes widening and pupils shrinking as the shock of realization hit him. She had returned, his Zana had returned. A million questions suddenly cascaded through his mind like a rushing river; why did she look that way? Why did she smell like Anathema? Is that where she had been? He could not formulate words before she spoke again, this time with words that stung him upon his soul like a thousand needle pricks. He knew what those words meant, and a cacophony of emotions swept over him; anger at Ezekiel, for telling her about his time with Halo; frustration, that Zana would think a tryst such as that would mean more than what he felt for her; sadness, that she hadn’t even given him the chance to explain himself before disappearing from the lands for an entire month.

But she was back now, and he wasn’t confident in any of these emotions, so he showed none, and forced his mind and expression to go blank and stoic. He stared down upon her with dead eyes, Zana, you have returned. I shall inform Ezekiel. He turned then, clicking his tongue and Yegua wandered over slowly and he could tell she had been listening and was upset with him. She flicked her tail angrily as he went to mount her again, she nickered at him venomously, obviously upset that he would just leave Zana there. Helotes stood by the mare’s side for a moment, his hands entangled in her mane, his back to Zana; then with an inward sigh, he turned back to the woman he loved, Do you wish to ride back with me? He asked, a slight edge of gentleness to his voice.


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