Would you like a purpose?
Avangeline lifted her head, ears turned forward. With her eyes watchful she studied him, this stallion of the sands, her attention never once wavering throughout the duration which he spoke. As much as she recognized she had been living life as a ghost might, simply doing what her instincts told her was necessary to survive, she’d never realized how much she needed a path elsewhere. She never realized the toll this droll life was having on her until he – this kind stranger – invited her into his home; welcomed her here.
Happiness was always a look Avangeline seemed destined to wear. Her dark eyes were bright as the gleam in her coat and her lips seemed to hold the smile so perfectly. Everything about her became alive; she’d always been the sort to wear her emotions on the surface and she wore hope and happiness the best. She was light, everything her parents had fought for, everything she’d been born to know and worship and love.
“Oh!” She finally breathed the softest noise of surprised joy, head bobbing as her hooves picked themselves up and shuffled against the ground, doing a little dance in place of sorts. “Yes! I mean, yes! I would… I would just…” With her mouth spread wide in a smile which seemed impossible for her to shed, Avangeline laughed gently – the sound like sweet bells even among the stifling heat – and shook her head, appearing bashful for how happy she’d become. “I would love to, thank you.” She finished, eyes reaching to his.
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