Jerk, Vesti thinks hotly. She’d tried to be civil, but now there’s no hope for either of them. So she just drops her head and follows after. Her messy forelock drifts in front of her eyes, stinging a little as the knock against her.
So did he bring her here to die? Did he wish to remove her from her rainy home and watch her misery? Vesti didn’t know. But she wasn’t going to push him for answers he didn’t want to give her.
So she set her eyes to the task in front of her: following him. If she shadowed him long enough, she would either discover the place that kept him alive (It couldn’t be that warm-water-hole) or prove he was a demon. In which case, she would die and he would consume her flesh. But that didn’t matter. Not after her soul ceased to exist.
At least he didn’t leave us to die back there The voice chimes. You can’t be mad at me too! Vesti, Vesti dear! Vesti! Vesti ignores it. She’s done with voices and with talking and with even thinking.
Just one hoof in front of the other.