Posted on August 15, 2017 at 00:48:00 AM by
Talya giggled a high, happy little giggle that filled the air of the Forest. It was clear with her presence in this place it could never be a dour home again. Briefly Psychedelic thought of how differently she’d fair in the Lagoon and nearly felt sick at the thought. This was why he had to stay away, he thought, if Kasabian could do to his mother what he’d done, there was no telling how he’d punish Psychedelic’s abandonment by potentially using Talya. Still, Psychedelic warred with himself. How long could he possibly hide out in the Forest and not expect to grow restless against the pull of the Lagoon? It would come, he knew it would. “I’ll sneak up on those trees! They better watch out!” Talya was just finishing saying as Psychedelic refocused on the three mares he was surrounded by. What a turn of events, he thought, to be surrounded by mares versus the riffraff of the Lagoon he was normally more comfortable among. Psychedelic blinked, looking at Persephone as she asked about how they’d met and then at Aurora as she answered. He was clever enough not to miss how she failed to mention they’d only met the night before and knew she couldn’t possibly understand how good that was for him. Aurora was his character witness, a sweet girl looking for a family who couldn’t possibly know the wretched bit of filth she was covering for. He smiled and bobbed his head in a nod. “It was nice to find good company after so long of the opposite. We were thankful for Aurora’s generosity.” Man, it was getting easier and easier to talk so nicely. This was going to be a piece of cake. If you truly believe that, you’re dumber than I thought. Psychedelic shook his head and blew a soft breath, but redirected his attention on Persephone. “How long have you led the Forest?” He glanced toward Talya, who’d bounded a few happy, bouncing steps ahead of them and was poking her nose in a hole in a tree, trying to see if anything was in there. “It’ll be good for Talya to have a strong female role-model,” he commented idly, watching his daughter, “I always feared not having her mother would have a lasting effect on her.” And it had… but Psychedelic wondered if maybe that was his fault and not hers. Maybe she’d just caught ahold of the bad genetic that seemed to plague his family. Inability to cope with hardships and whatnot. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE August 16, 2017 at 08:44:47 PM
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