[open] i'm the cold in the rain, any

[gravitas]

It seems lucky, he thinks, that he should have stumbled so promptly across someone who has examples to share. Someone who, for all intents and purposes, looks perfectly ordinary.

He listens, his expression stoic, even when the older stallion turns a smirk his direction. Asks if his examples are dramatic enough. The young boy rolls his own dark shoulders. The faeries had not specific about how much drama the story needed to involve, but there’s no sense in not asking the stranger to elaborate, just in case.

He thinks about the stallion’s daughter, how she’d flourished when he’d sent her away. The friend he’d saved and left scarred in the process.

“I think I have to tell the faeries about what consequences your actions had for you. Does your daughter hate you for sending her away? Is your friend angry that you disfigured them? Do you regret doing either of those things?”

He tilts his head, all drenched in galaxies, and blinks up at the stranger, waiting.

G R A V I T A S

@[Leilan]