when you think of love do you think of pain?; kreios

[Syl]

She’s right. Soon after her arrival in the field, a stallion begins making his way in her direction. She eyes him nervously as he approaches, taking in his rather impressive appearance. He’s a massive creature, towering well over her tiny 14 hands of height. The large, curling horns sprouting out of his head only cement the idea that this is not a stallion to be trifled with. But, when he stops before her, the voice that comes out of his mouth is quiet and kind. He asks after her name, and she blinks at him awkwardly for a moment. Clearly he’s made no connection between her and that cursed pink queen. Though why should she expect that he would? She knows she looks nothing like her grandmother - her mother had even lamented the fact while abandoning her. And Elite’s reign of terror had been so long ago. “It’s nice to meet you. I … I’m Syl. From no where really.” She’s never truly had a proper home. Ever since her mother left, wandering has been her life. It would be nice though, to settle down, to not have to think about where she’s going to get her next meal. Perhaps this Orange Country that he speaks of will be the right place for her. syl

Mer, having a little trouble with her.