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I think I missed you callin' on the other line
Posted on February 1, 2020 at 07:16:15 PM by Nereid




How do I form a connection when we can't even shake hands?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou're like a phantom greeting me

I believe it is pettiness that drives this war Men! Why must stallions think with their hormones rather than with their head? Why should pettiness dictate who lived and who died? Only the ignorant would believe that none would lose their life due to the upcoming battles. War and death walked hand in hand, one could not exist without the other. Was death not too great a price to pay? Could not a council have solved this all peacefully? Of course, this was wishful thinking. When stallions and belligerent mares were involved, nothing would be solved peacefully. Ego ruled all.


"Your mother must be a wise mare. Once war is witness, it is never forgotten. It leaves a stain upon your soul and haunts your dreams. My heart aches for all the innocent lives recently born to have to experience war so young." Nereid truly mourns their innocence. Once lost, it can never be regained. They would lose a chunk of their brightness and the notion pained her. It stole the breath from her lungs and caused a tightness to settle in her chest. Artemis and Hera, if you can hear me now. Bless these children and hide them from the wrath of Ares. All Nereid can do is pray to gods and hope they have a shred of pity for the foals.


His touch startles her out of her musing. She had not expected him to reciprocate her touch. His muzzle was warm against her own and she felt her heart stutter for a moment. How long had it been since had truly felt the touch of another? A soft gasp left her lips and her long lashes fluttered down to hide her eyes from view. She didn't want him to know how he affected her so. The sound she had made was out of her control but the look in her eyes and the warmth that spread across her cheeks was her own.


He is a protector. A fine lead stallion. she thinks as his words dance in the air. She could not have selected a better stallion than the one before her. Perhaps the gods had finally decided that she deserved happiness. She had found her home -- turbulent times or not.


"Perhaps we should head to the Dunes? I would love to continue our discussion but perhaps in a safer place" It was time to go home. Standing in the commons was not an ideal location when speaking of disdain for the war. She also desired the chance to gaze upon her new home and get to know not only Bahadir but the other individuals she would call family. With a last glance at the Commons, Nereid turned and struck out for the deeper waters.


Spotting the island in sight, Nereid let out a sigh of relief. Making a second journey so soon after the first was exhausting, half-fish or not. Her legs quivered as she finally struck solid ground with her hooves. She shook herself once, blinking rapidly when her forelock smacked her with strands soaked in water and tangled in seaweed. I look like a drowned rat she grumbled internally, not feeling like the poised woman she usually was. She chanced a glance over at Bahadir, wondering what he thought of her at the moment before shooing the notion away. Who cared what he thought of her? She shouldn't be feeling so girly. She was a grown mare damnit!


"I fear this is all I know in terms of where we are going." She had only gotten this far before being stolen the last time she visited Salem. Perhaps she would make the full destination this time.


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