zevThe mare standing so close to rushing waters seems confused about Zev's location. At this the small mare tilts her head, ears flicking sideways. It would seem foolish to stand so close with impaired vision. No, perhaps she just had water in her eyes. That had to be it. Zev grunts and steps closer still, halting only a few paces away. She momentarily turns her own attention to the cascading waters, eyes narrowly transfixed upon it. There was something so strong about a waterfall. From a distance it would seem serene and elegant but when you got up close you could see the raw power behind the crashing water. Zev could appreciate such things; but she'd never admit it.
"I've seen better."
She had, but that didn't mean she had to be so rude about it. But that was just the way Zev was and had always been. Perpetually bored with the world around her, convinced that she was deserving of so much more. And she wasn't. Zev didn't deserve jack shit. She felt she was entitled for no other reason than she was Zev. There was no royal blood running through her veins, no past warriors to speak of, and she had never so much as been close to a herd. Zev was nothing else than a nomad that felt as though the peasants should weep upon the ground where she walked. |
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