SLEEPING BY A DUMPSTER TO KEEP ME DRY,
WITH THE RADIO ON AND A NEW BLACK EYE
“What… did I do?”
She gaped at him, her expression falling slack as she processed that he had no idea who she was and what they had been. Her lights settle against her hide, confused by the sudden change--but then she worked her jaw and felt a raw feeling in the back of her throat.
“Tell me?”
No.
She would not.
With a huff and a flurry of lights, the buckskin mare shoved by the black stallion, fully intent on getting away from him as quickly as possible. It had been so long--but everyone else remembered. Everyone else remembered what she had done, what she was--all but him, all but Asrai’s enemy for so long.
She hated him for it, even more than she hated him for being the King of Rishiri.
dreadscale,
I CAN DO BAD AND YOU CAN DO BETTER.