I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
The palomino mare is trying her best to keep her thoughts of Valve at bay, but it is proving to be more difficult than anticipated. As such she tries to focus intensely on this stiff and aged stallion before her. He seems kind enough, despite his desert-breed heritage and delusional worship. And the Dunes felt more like home than the Forest did anyway, at this point. Evaline could see the hesitation on his face to discuss his spiritual affiliations. That was to be expected, she mused, because it wasn't like the golden mare had responded to him kindly earlier. His dismissive answer left much to be desired, however, and Evaline quickly lost interest in exploring the topic further with him. So she merely bobbed her head once and flicked her wavy, bleached tail over her haunches and sighed.
She wondered, however, what it must feel like to abandon a place that was your home, knowing that there were very few of your kind left. A golden ear lobe flicked forward and back as she registered this, and the mare's jaw clenched as she chewed on nothing but air. "So if there are so few of you, why did you leave the valley behind?" She asks bluntly. Her chocolate-colored eyes narrowed on stud now curiously. She just couldn't help herself. And it seemed they were in a similar position, driven by boredom or loneliness or whatever else, that they preferred each others' apathetic company over none at all. "And for this?" She added, looking around the desolate sands.
She glares at him with one eye as he offers to let her stick around, but she commits his name to memory. Perhaps he could be useful some day. "I live in the Forest now, on Luthien." She admits casually before taking a few steps away from him. A sliver of a pink tongue emerges from between her soft lips and she heads in the direction of the oasis, carefully taking short steps on the downward slope of the dune. She halts for just a second to cock her dished head back in his direction, to see if he would tag along on her jaunt to fresh water. "Coming?"
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