Lucrezia does not dare remove her eyes from the red stallion even when her own presence in this hollow is questioned. Truly, she didn’t want to intrude on such a time where a mare came to aid the lost foal. She knows exactly what it is like and the bond that begins to form with new mother and child. It is a bond that blossoms with life and strength—a bond that is unbreakable. However, she could not ignore what she had found.
He answers for her. The recognition in his words and voice did not come close to match his bold gaze back at her. It was nothing to be surprised coming from Etojo and her relationship with him in the past. He was from a world so long ago; one she was beginning to forget as she ventured into this new life. It was with trouble and uncertainty that she made this new path. But Etojo, right now in this moment, only left a sour taste in her mouth. “Etojo.” Lucrezia says with a grin spreading across her thin lips. Her grin is playful and mocking to see his displeasure for her presence here. She had always enjoyed ruining whatever game he was up to, but something in her had always made her enjoy his company. In another time, she perhaps would have greeted him with open arms and a warmth embrace but today was something off, and she even knew by the way she had found him and the others in this hollow. "Yes, I am Lucrezia," she says turning her gaze to Clara and then to the filly at the very end of the hollow. Her statement is much more soft and kinder when she speaks to the two other females than it is to Etojo.
She listens carefully and watches sensibly to the situation that begins to unfold more. Lucrezia has always keen on her instinct of trouble, and let alone anything that Etojo ever did. It wasn’t exactly her second nature to know what the red stallion did. However, she recalls a few tricks of his trade from her early days in Beqanna. “Escorting them to where?” She asks with a flick of her tail, eyeing him carefully and then turning her attention to the mare named Clara and then the filly. Lucrezia is even unsure of what is coming from this situation. What sort of trouble was Etojo creating and burying himself into this time? She is still unsure of the situation for it has been years since she has seen him and whatever he has been up to.
Etojo jibs at her like she is some small child again. As if she was incapable of doing anything! He indeed knew how to get under her skin, to open the wounds that made her feel so vulnerable. But, once a time ago, she would’ve reacted sourly to his displeasure in this manner. Lucrezia would’ve scolded him and knocked some sense into him before rushing off in a hurry after her irritation at him. Instead she laughs softly, “As if I needed anything from you.” She needed nothing from anyone, especially someone from the likes of him. He was nothing but an idiot to Lucrezia, but somehow she had always thought of him and what he ended up doing when he disappeared.
The sudden pep of the young filly and association of being “sick” draws her wandering thoughts to a conclusion. Lucrezia takes a step forward bluntly and turns her eyes back to Etojo. “You FOOL,” he says harshly again but her words are indeed more displeasing this time than ever before. She knows what is happening now, and she does not like it at all. “She is not sick. You are the one that is sick, Etojo!” Lucrezia is disgusted by this monstrosity. She would not allow him to try and “fix” the young filly just as he had tried to fix her one day when she had her wings gifted to her by the Deserts. Lucrezia would not allow such a thing happen today, not to this little one that has readily come into this world.
He answers for her. The recognition in his words and voice did not come close to match his bold gaze back at her. It was nothing to be surprised coming from Etojo and her relationship with him in the past. He was from a world so long ago; one she was beginning to forget as she ventured into this new life. It was with trouble and uncertainty that she made this new path. But Etojo, right now in this moment, only left a sour taste in her mouth. “Etojo.” Lucrezia says with a grin spreading across her thin lips. Her grin is playful and mocking to see his displeasure for her presence here. She had always enjoyed ruining whatever game he was up to, but something in her had always made her enjoy his company. In another time, she perhaps would have greeted him with open arms and a warmth embrace but today was something off, and she even knew by the way she had found him and the others in this hollow. "Yes, I am Lucrezia," she says turning her gaze to Clara and then to the filly at the very end of the hollow. Her statement is much more soft and kinder when she speaks to the two other females than it is to Etojo.
She listens carefully and watches sensibly to the situation that begins to unfold more. Lucrezia has always keen on her instinct of trouble, and let alone anything that Etojo ever did. It wasn’t exactly her second nature to know what the red stallion did. However, she recalls a few tricks of his trade from her early days in Beqanna. “Escorting them to where?” She asks with a flick of her tail, eyeing him carefully and then turning her attention to the mare named Clara and then the filly. Lucrezia is even unsure of what is coming from this situation. What sort of trouble was Etojo creating and burying himself into this time? She is still unsure of the situation for it has been years since she has seen him and whatever he has been up to.
Etojo jibs at her like she is some small child again. As if she was incapable of doing anything! He indeed knew how to get under her skin, to open the wounds that made her feel so vulnerable. But, once a time ago, she would’ve reacted sourly to his displeasure in this manner. Lucrezia would’ve scolded him and knocked some sense into him before rushing off in a hurry after her irritation at him. Instead she laughs softly, “As if I needed anything from you.” She needed nothing from anyone, especially someone from the likes of him. He was nothing but an idiot to Lucrezia, but somehow she had always thought of him and what he ended up doing when he disappeared.
The sudden pep of the young filly and association of being “sick” draws her wandering thoughts to a conclusion. Lucrezia takes a step forward bluntly and turns her eyes back to Etojo. “You FOOL,” he says harshly again but her words are indeed more displeasing this time than ever before. She knows what is happening now, and she does not like it at all. “She is not sick. You are the one that is sick, Etojo!” Lucrezia is disgusted by this monstrosity. She would not allow him to try and “fix” the young filly just as he had tried to fix her one day when she had her wings gifted to her by the Deserts. Lucrezia would not allow such a thing happen today, not to this little one that has readily come into this world.
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