07-27-2019, 09:34 PM
There was not much she could have done to protect her ears, and even her face, in the winter and summer of the high desert where she was born. And perhaps she might have made efforts to limit the sun exposure, later, but the damage had been done already, and it limited her travelling to stay only in the shade, to never leave the treeline. The bad luck had been in her genetics, in her place of birth, but the rest, the rest had been decisions, good or bad. If the scars are worth what she has gained, then they are nothing. But, so far, she couldn’t say that it has been worth it. Perhaps being in this new place, that will change? Other places have disappointed.
“None at all!” she responds with false enthusiasm to Heartfire’s dry comment about clarity.
It doesn’t help to know her name.
And she’s pretty much one hundred percent sure that she is about the make the wrong choice.
The other mare is puckish and vague, and gives no further explanation of her motives. She only adds the count down, a silent clock that ticks away in Neverwhere’s mind. But her decision has already been made. It had been made as soon as the offer was extended.
Neverwhere came here because she was bored, and she continued to be bored, but the flavor of the place is seeping into her and stirring something in her breast. She still dislikes magic, yet she is curious what Heartfire is planning. And, well, she is selfish, too, because she is willing to set aside her concerns to do something that might benefit her, because even if it doesn’t, it might be better than the dust of boredom that has settled so thickly over her life.
“I don’t trust you at all, Heartfire,” Neverwhere responds at last, a smirk playing in her voice. She takes her time in spite of the threat of a time limit, curious, but reluctant to be led along on a game whose end has not been shared with her, “but sure, let’s see what happens.”
“None at all!” she responds with false enthusiasm to Heartfire’s dry comment about clarity.
It doesn’t help to know her name.
And she’s pretty much one hundred percent sure that she is about the make the wrong choice.
The other mare is puckish and vague, and gives no further explanation of her motives. She only adds the count down, a silent clock that ticks away in Neverwhere’s mind. But her decision has already been made. It had been made as soon as the offer was extended.
Neverwhere came here because she was bored, and she continued to be bored, but the flavor of the place is seeping into her and stirring something in her breast. She still dislikes magic, yet she is curious what Heartfire is planning. And, well, she is selfish, too, because she is willing to set aside her concerns to do something that might benefit her, because even if it doesn’t, it might be better than the dust of boredom that has settled so thickly over her life.
“I don’t trust you at all, Heartfire,” Neverwhere responds at last, a smirk playing in her voice. She takes her time in spite of the threat of a time limit, curious, but reluctant to be led along on a game whose end has not been shared with her, “but sure, let’s see what happens.”
Neverwhere
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