10-24-2016, 09:01 AM
The mare started to remember a conversation she'd overheard, where her mother had mentioned this stallion-and-maybe-my-father named Szeth and whether to tell Mandalocks. She's previously ignored the topic, and never asked or hinted towards it, but she had wondered more as she grew older, until the name buzzed like a fly in her mind.
"Once, she said something with your name in it. She was talking to somebody else; I wasn't listening closely." She says, the pure truth in her voice, obvious in her eyes she was being honest. She had been only a yearling, and didn't bother much with politics and men yet then.
"Where do you live, now?" She asks, reluctantly, out of curiosity. She wanted to know her father-but-maybe-not-father. She wanted to know whether he was worth remembrance and visitation or whether he should be forgotten once Mandalocks returns to her home in Sylva.
@[Szeth]
"Once, she said something with your name in it. She was talking to somebody else; I wasn't listening closely." She says, the pure truth in her voice, obvious in her eyes she was being honest. She had been only a yearling, and didn't bother much with politics and men yet then.
"Where do you live, now?" She asks, reluctantly, out of curiosity. She wanted to know her father-but-maybe-not-father. She wanted to know whether he was worth remembrance and visitation or whether he should be forgotten once Mandalocks returns to her home in Sylva.
@[Szeth]