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Time was nothing to the young roan, too lost in her woes to focus on anything but misery. The approach of another horse was not heard or noted (quite dangerous, particularly given the season) as she kept her eyes clamped tightly shut and her body shook with every sad cry out of her mouth.

Please… Please let me help you.

A startled breath was sucked sharply in as Apolline jerked her delicately featured head up, bleary tear-filled eyes blinking away wetness to focus on the painted horse in front of her. It was a stallion, but it was clear she had no need to fear him. He wanted to help her. He was a stranger, passing through, but he’d heard her cries and wanted to help.

Apolline hiccuped from her cries, and sniffed a few times to try as she got control over her tears. He smelled a mix of two islands she strangely knew here, both Tinuvel and Luthien. It made her pause. Her heart lifted, thinking of the kind dark stallion in the Savanna. But then she remembered King Björn and her heart sank swiftly back down.

“No… no you can’t,” she said, practically begging, and even as she tried to explain it her face crumpled and her eyes grew glossy with new tears she was quick to cry. “Please go away, leave me alone,” she didn’t say it meanly, only with misery. Apolline didn’t want to drive him away, she was so lost and so confused and she didn’t know how to be alone, but she couldn’t bring harm to another family.

“I’m cursed!” She finally confessed, and shook her head as her ears flicked out to the side, new sobs welling up and taking her voice from her before she could further add, “Death follows me, I’ll only bring you and your family pain. Please… please,” her watery gold eyes lifted and locked with his. “I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

apolline
along with the sunshine
there's gotta be a little rain some time