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Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on December 5, 2017 at 09:49:26 PM by S H A M WARI

Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.

Her casual spill is unexpected, of course, and I jerk my head up high over my withers in an initial response. I take a step or two forward as she teeters until her rump hits the earth, but she's smiling just the same, and quick to get back to her feet. Her good nature in such a silly situation only makes me find her more charming. What a delightful creature she is. As she begins to laugh too, I find myself chuckling with her. I honestly can't remember the last time I laughed like this, so I lean into it, allowing the bellowing calls to rise from my gut and through my throat. A few strands of my long, red forelock fall into my face and I take the opportunity to stare at her longer from behind the shield it creates. I'm still smiling, nearly ear to ear, when she repeats my name.

A chill shoots down the length of my spine and I tear my gaze away, tossing my head to rid the forelock from view. Briefly we touch in a share of breathe, and I can hear nothing but my heart beating quickly in my ears as I watch her come near me. It is amazing to me that I found her all alone on the Crossing for the taking, not without so much of a fight from any other lingering stallion.

But then she explains where she's come from.

A sinking feeling hits me dead in the gut. It's like I've ignored all the warning signs. I can smell Tinuvel on her, even though his scent has long gone stale. And Orkaan's departure from the Inlet would explain why she was wandering alone on the Crossing Isle. I try not to let my sour experience with the painted stallion smear into this pleasant interaction I'm having with Jaci. It's his loss, really. With the flick of my thick, red tail and a snort I push the conflicted thoughts away and try to focus solely on her. I feel deflated, however, at how lost she seems. My jaws churn absentmindedly as I fret over how revealing I should be. "I'm sorry." I mutter, but I'm being honest. I'm sorry to see her in this situation. A ting of worry rises in my gut and I weight if I should ask her about Vita Nova. But I bite my tongue for now. "You could always come home with me." I say, but almost immediately regret it once the words leave my whiskered lips. "The Prairie is no where like the Inlet. It's warm and there's plenty to eat." I worry that this short, jumbled explanation is hardly a sticking selling point. I take a step closer to her and point my muzzle to her shoulder, touching her briefly. "Think of it as a new adventure."

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♡I was made for loving you♡ - By jaci <3 December 12, 2017 at 05:01:21 AM
- >>>> - By Vinyl December 13, 2017 at 09:02:34 PM

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