Posted on February 22, 2014 at 11:38:46 PM by jezibelle
 bay blanketed mare of nowhere Jezibelle stared at the other mare, jaw slightly gaped and ears pushed forward in intense concentration. It was rare for her to give so much focus to any conversation, but the way the other mare spoke meant that if she wasn’t paying attention, she wouldn’t understand any of it. As it was, the bay mare was only picking up what seemed like three words at a time. She blinked when her companion finished speaking, the gars of her mind still turning as she made sense of what she’d just heard.
From what she thought she understood, the mare’s name was Dia, Jezibelle’s brother did... something at the Arch, Dia was skinny and... something about scars. Rurisk was covered with them, and he seemed dead-set on making sure everyone else’s coat was as patchy and split with gray hairless flesh as his was. She gave her head a little shake and glanced at Dia as she asked a question. This was what she dreaded: Jezibelle did not like talking about herself. It was pointless, especially given how unimportant she was. Every time someone asked about her, even for the smallest tidbits of information, it made her wary and uncomfortable. She was still learning how to be social. At ten years old, one would have thought she’d have picked up some skills by now. "Jezibelle," she said, and glanced away from the other mare so that she would not have to meet the Akhal-Teke’s eyes. There was nothing to be saidin regards to their time in the Arch— they’d never spoken and that time had come and gone. Dwelling on the past might run deeply in Jezibelle’s family but she wasn’t one to get hung up on difficult times. Her only problem with the whole situation involving Imp was that she still had to see the devil-child, and be reminded each time of how she’d been used. It was nice to stand in the shade and get some relief from the increasing heat, but Jezibelle’s coat had dried and she wanted to be back on the Crossing —for real this time— before night fell. "I figured he’d still be on Tinuvel, but I guess he’s moved again," she said as she brought her eyes back to Dia. She took a step out of the shade, then paused. "I should go find him," she said. Jezibelle had never been any good at saying goodbye. |
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- why study history when you can live it? - By DiA February 25, 2014 at 03:30:25 AM
- bittersweet between my teeth - By jezibelle March 1, 2014 at 06:02:19 PM
- [x] - By DiA March 3, 2014 at 06:22:20 PM
- bittersweet between my teeth - By jezibelle March 1, 2014 at 06:02:19 PM
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