She had never had to worry about being the glue that binds her family together. That was her mother, Rys, who held things together. She was the peacekeeper and the first one to call all of her men out on any shit. Had Roma been privy to what this girl was thinking, she would have wondered if there were times that her mother felt the same way? Well, except the whole having to handle things just right. All of them loved each other...in one way or another. So that helped with keeping them together. But she would have worried about the stress of keeping their family balance. Were they too much? And then all the kids.
But she didn’t know what the mare was thinking. Probably that was a good thing. Or maybe not, because as soon as she could see the patchwork stitches on her sides she automatically wondered if her father had been a part of that. Of course, they looked old, maybe not as old as before when Pazuzu would have been the chaotic evil guy he had been before, but she still wondered if sometimes he gave into his baser urges.
Her eyes linger only a moment before they meet the other mare’s eyes, a small smile curling her lips in response. “Yes, I guess so.” That perhaps was complicated, but not really. Complicated only in her mind, but the real answer was simple. “My name is Roma. Yours?”
Roma
the night is dark and full of terrors
Sorry it's not very good <3