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Consider me a Herold

Vesti
Ill news is an ill guest


Vesti paused. The question reminded her that the only person there. She looked up at him. He seemed rather concerned. She hadn’t wanted to do that. She’d just been so glad to get out of the Sea. To be honest, she hadn’t even thought about how it would look to anyone on the outside. She must have seemed like she’d hit her head.

Maybe she had. Vesti couldn’t say for sure. But she would do her best to reassure him. After all, she didn’t want him to worry for nothing.

“Oh, I’m… I’m fine,” her rusty voice stammered. “Nothing to worry about…” She pulled herself up to her feet and gave one last shake. This time, dust billowed off her sorrel coat. She let out a sigh. “So this is your home… er… I don’t think I got a name…?”

Stupid. Great. Go home with a strange guy and you don’t even get his name. she chastised herself. Be quiet. I was tired and cold. she defended. She was one to have conversations in her head, if only because she had spent so long along with only the Voices in her head as company.
.:mare::4 springs::sorrel [ee/Aa/dd]::unknown x unknown::Quarter horse x Morgan horse::home::children::by blushie:.


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