It is not long before her silent vigil is broken. She is not surprised, for was this not the purpose of the commons? To tempt lost souls with the promise of a hearth to warm themselves before. Auds swivel, flicking back momentarily at the miniscule surge of irritation at the thought of being interrupted. A heavy sigh escapes blackened lips and lashes flutter against her cheek as Nereid takes a moment to think. Did she want this? Did she desire to once again gamble for a place to call her own? Twice now she had failed. Her heart would not handle the agony of loss again.
“Twice before I have sought these grounds. The first time, a stranger draped in gold found me and promised me a place by his side as queen. He lied. The second time, a stranger draped in fire promised security. I was stolen within moments of stepping foot upon the sands. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. What will be said if I am fooled thrice?”
Nereid turned away from the horizon to look upon the speckled stallion. At first, she almost mistook him for Gabbar. Her heart ached at the thought of him, a bittersweet feeling drawn from what could have been but never was, before she batted it away. Her was not Gabbar, of that she was certain, but the scent that lingered on his frame was familiar. What were the odds that she would be stumbled upon by a stallion of the same ancestral blood?
“May I know your name..?” she questioned, lips quirky at the corners to form a faint smile. Nereid shifted, turning so that she faced him fully. Her forelock took the moment to fall fully across her vision, while her mane slapped against her chest with a wet splat. An apology clung to the tip of her tongue but Nereid resisted the urge. Perhaps it was rude to not look him in the eyes but it mattered not. Her orbs were the windows to her soul and she was ashamed of what her own had to offer.
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