Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
fayte
Fayte looked at Maero. The mare was so strange, always apologizing though she’d done nothing to apologize for. She also had thought it odd that the mare had commented on the sun. Fayte was no stranger to it, although she preferred the night herself. The Moon’s pale kiss was so much a greater sensation in her mind. And the Stars were kind.
“I do,” Fayte said. She smiled. She thought to think of one that would not be offensive. One that would stimulate conversation. Where are you from seemed a little… too cliche for her tastes. Why are you so apologetic sounded annoyed. She didn’t want to give that sensation.
She took a bite of grass, chewing slowly as she walked out of the river. There were a million questions, but she didn’t want this to just be a question and answer session. She wanted some measure of conversation.
“Did you come in during the evening?” She asked finally. A simple question, she rather hoped the answer was no. Because Fayte would rather like to believe she was not so unobservant. But if she was, it was a place to improve on.
//mare//no children//the forest//appaloosa x rocky mountain horse//15.1 hh//5 winters//
//chestnut blanket [ee/Aa/dd/Lplp]//unknown x unknown//by blushie//
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