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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹

OOC: Thinking we could end this here?

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𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢-𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯-𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢| 𝔷𝔢𝔳𝔲𝔩𝔲𝔫 𝔵 𝔰𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔞 | 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢


She didn't know the hurt Elvira was feeling, but she did know the loss if a parent. Elvira had her father, toxic ad he may be, but Ysabel had nothing. Her mother was constantly there until she was weaned. That was when her uncle stepped in and kept them mostly apart for the next two years before sending her off to the new neighbor. Ysabel only had Warsaw who was not so nuturing. His touch was not the same as her gentle mother's. She didn't understand how Elvira felt now having possibly lived with her mother up until this point. Having your mother leave without a word...she would be hurting too.

Still, she tries to reason with Elvira to try to find her some kind of comfort. She gives the mare a listening ear as she vents and explains what she was feeling. Ysabel nods at certain points, but at the end of it she was ready to throw one more idea out there. "Even as adults our babies are still our babies. She could have thought it was too much for you to think your father is terrible or she is unhappy where she is. Honestly, you will have to talk to your mother yourself to find the real answer." She had no more speculations for the mare.

"I will pray you find clarity my friend." She offers the mare a small smile before turning the converstation onto something she was curious about. Her relationship with Bjorn was already rocky so she wasn't sure they could survive another blow. Elvira replies that their relationship was rocky and then reveals the misunderstanding that was Elerona's creation. She didn't want to pry any further, but she did wonder if she told Bjorn she didn't want to have a child with him. If he didn't know and stallions instincts just took over...

"I understand things like this can get messy. I just don't want Bjorn labeled as something he isn't." She sighs before leaning in closer to the draft mix. "Plus I don't think I could stay with a rapist." She straightens back up and glances at the foals who all seemed to be playing nicely together. It would be a shame if this new family of hers became broken.



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