Jaci seems likes she's made of happiness, Bruja thinks to herself as she watches the ivory mare before her. Again she thinks, how can any one be that nice naturally? The blue roan decided to let it drop and just accept that some people were naturally nice. She doesn't really want to accept this, her brains yelling ulterior motive. She looks at the others and banishes that thought, this mare looked like she'd be heartbroken if she accidentally killed a butterfly. She lets a smile cross her face at that as a memory comes to her of a crying filly who had killed a caterpillar, but it fades to soon and she left feeling hopeless. She digs deep in her mind, searching for the memory that was just there but its gone.
She lets out a soft snort and gives up on the memory. Instead she focuses on whats real and in front of her. The other says she can't imagine a witch, Bruja can just barely imagine a witch, but her version of a witch is more like a night time horror story. She thinks of witches and atrocious evil being's come to her mind. That could be how she ended up her she light heartedly muses, maybe a witch cursed her and banished her to the sea. This isn't true though, she doesn't believe in magic or luck for that matter. Luck was a concept invented to make people at the bottom of the barrel feel better, like they actually had a chance in a doomed situation.
She was a survivor, she felt it deep in her bones. So what if she trampled others to make an escape? When things got bad you had to look out for the all star player, yourself. As long as she survived she'd be fine, survivors remorse was below her. Was she selfish? Not all the time, only when the situation called for it. So she was a alright person, but in dire straights she was as cut throat as you could get. Maybe that was how she came to be here, some horrible situation which called for an escape by sea.
She wants to get lost in her head but there is someone here, someone in which she is conversing with so she stops thinking about herself. She's amused that the other would take a light jab at whats making her mad, it's nice. Jaci tells her rolling in the snow might help take the salted water from her hide. That might work, she was open to try it. " Ima go ahead and trust you that the snow'll help get the salt water out of my fur, " she flicks her ears forward and gives her a smile that mostly teeth, " This aint some trick so you can see me roll around in the snow like a weirdo right?" Bruja's tone is a obviously fake sort of stern voice you take up when joking with someone. She feels the anger in her reside a bit, like attack dogs going back to their kennels.
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