03-15-2018, 11:13 AM
OOC: <b><i>Otherwise known as: heart strings or cord-like tendons. </b></i>
Word count: 233
She discloses information about the girl. Hestia thins her lips. All things she’s experienced. Her words echo true in her own soul. Maybe not to the extent of this girl, she cannot know the details of her life. But she understands the details of her own. For the first time (not even on hearing of Fennick’s disappearance did this happen) tears slip from her eyes. This girl, The ancient mare looks on her something cracking open inside herself. How can she comfort this, when she can’t comfort herself? Truth is nothing can heal those wounds. The best you can do is find a reason to live, and move past the horrors. The black mare approaches the girl lips trembling. She doesn’t say anything instead just closing her eyes, lowering her head, tears running down her face. Her nostrils breath hot steady air against the girls shoulder. She doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. This is something there are no words for. She stands there allowing them to connect without words. Feeling hands on her face she doesn’t startle, just allows the girl to do what she needs. She does this until the girl is able to stand on her own before walking away silent to the golden mare. She isn’t sure if she is more angry that the woman made her live through this, or selfishly grateful that someone else can understand her pain.
Word count: 233
She discloses information about the girl. Hestia thins her lips. All things she’s experienced. Her words echo true in her own soul. Maybe not to the extent of this girl, she cannot know the details of her life. But she understands the details of her own. For the first time (not even on hearing of Fennick’s disappearance did this happen) tears slip from her eyes. This girl, The ancient mare looks on her something cracking open inside herself. How can she comfort this, when she can’t comfort herself? Truth is nothing can heal those wounds. The best you can do is find a reason to live, and move past the horrors. The black mare approaches the girl lips trembling. She doesn’t say anything instead just closing her eyes, lowering her head, tears running down her face. Her nostrils breath hot steady air against the girls shoulder. She doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. This is something there are no words for. She stands there allowing them to connect without words. Feeling hands on her face she doesn’t startle, just allows the girl to do what she needs. She does this until the girl is able to stand on her own before walking away silent to the golden mare. She isn’t sure if she is more angry that the woman made her live through this, or selfishly grateful that someone else can understand her pain.
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