Though she had been wrong, not completely. It was still a loss of battle that ailed him, and a missing family member heavy on his mind. Melisma wanted to reach out and comfort him. But the very idea of touching him made a quiver of fear pass through her, keeping her rooted to the same place she stood rather than draw nearer. Her green gaze was sympathetic though, when he finally dared to look up at her. Nothing harsh or judgmental touching her dark face.
“I am a shadow.” She replied, though did not give any further insight. The dark mare viewed herself as easily forgotten as she drifted across the land, a steady constant, but always overlooked. There was no one here for her, nor did she have any place to call her home. Left, unwanted and forgotten, just as her making had wanted to be. Ears flicking back, it was Melisma that looked down now. Unable to say anymore and wishing those dark thoughts would simply go away.
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