[private] Under the old oak tree [Bowie]

[Hestia]

sweet as sugar, hard as ice.
if you hurt me once, i'll kill you twice.

Yes all the dramas of life seem to come out here. This festering meadow of gossip and chaos. How many plots of revenge, death, revolution, and battle had been planned or worse, carried out here? Her own demise had taken place here, her own bitter revenge had come to an end. Still it hadn’t been enough, there is still that hole, the hole that had been, at one point, full almost overflowing. Now it sits empty, gaping, and raw again; and this time she knows it, she can understand exactly what is missing. At least before she didn’t know, had no idea what it was.

A peppy voice interrupts her sulking, bringing her back to the present and the problems she must face here and now. Ears flick towards the source of the voice, and its one that she recognizes almost immediately. The unmistakable purple, flashy glitter, and wings naturally attracts her eyes making him easy to track as he trots towards her. She doesn’t shy away as he invades her personal space, but her pride refuses to let her lean towards him and accept the touch of another. Instead she lazily swishes her tail towards him to satisfy her need for contact. The rigid stance of uncomfortability slacks, and a small twitch of her lips occurs without her knowledge.

Something in her softens at his approach, probably the ONLY horse to EVER get away with calling her such foolish titles. Something about him makes it impossible for her to get riled up about it. So, she ignores it, at least, she tries to ignore it; though without fail every time he weasels his way past that chink and she can’t help but enjoy the company. Especially now, I see you haven’t changed a bit love. It may have come out a tad bit snide, but sheesh a ladies gotta keep a reputation. She softens her tone extending her muzzle towards him in greeting before she replies. It’s been a while; and the world seems a colder place since... Why the urge to confess overtakes her, she never knows, it is just something she must to accept about herself around him. Not that she would even dare think of being this open if anyone else she knew was around. But one on one with him? It was dangerous, he could probably talk a rock into becoming water.

Pursing her lips, she shakes her head; no desire to finish the sentence. When had she felt the world turn cold? What about you? Once again she cloaks the loneliness, listening intently to him. Isobell seemed pleasant and receptive; she had even called her sister. Maybe there is hope for them. Though she doesn’t want to get excited just yet only to have it all dashed to pieces. Green directs itself towards him curiously, an idea turning in her mind. The gears start and she bites her tongue, not yet, her inner voice chides; let it develop, take some time to think on it. Hestia knows its right and lets the thought slip away, focusing once more on the conversation at hand.

Hestia

No worries <3