Posted on July 4, 2012 at 00:48:59 AM by Vesti
Vesti
Ill news is an ill guest
Vesti followed. She didn’t notice that he’d felt guilty. Honestly, Vesti didn’t even think about that kind of thing. She hated the Sea and that was it. And she had little intention of ever stepping a hoof into the surf again. Ever.
Or at least, until it was done being angry with her for escaping. The thought was terrifying to the sorrel. It was still there, surrounding her. If this was a real place, well then, it was just waiting till she was arrogant enough to return and then it would swallow her up. She shivered against the thought.
“Trust me, Nik,” her rusty voice rings out. There is something in there. Assurance maybe? “I won’t be leaving any time soon.” She trots to his side. She nibbles on some more grass as night settles in and clouds overhead begin to boil. It’s nothing this Wet Prisoner hasn’t seen before - but then she remembers something.
She doesn’t have to just pin her ears and take it.
“Hey, do you have any place to get out of the rain?” She looked at him with ears forward.
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- |x| - By nikola July 8, 2012 at 09:55:08 PM
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