There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
Once she might have been broken on the inside. No, not might have. Had been. She had been fortunate though. She had had family that loved that, that cared for her. That stood by her even through the threat of obliteration. A broken Joscelin had not been someone to take lightly. Contained inside of her had been a tightly leashed power. One loosed upon the world when she had frozen. Had shattered into a thousand pieces and then glued haphazardly back together by a careless magician. Her brother had stood by her, even through the wild bursts of pain and rage and light. Even when she could so easily have killed him.
But she is better now. Infinitely so. Remade. Forged into something new. Something dangerous and lovely all at the same time. She looks broken on the outside, it is true. But those breaks inside had healed. And been welded into something stronger. Something fiercer. Where once a naïve, happy, and completely oblivious girl had been stands a strong warrior with steel in her spine.
Different, certainly. And in her humble opinion, far, far better.
She wonders if this woman can see it. If beneath that attractive façade is a woman of substance who sees beyond the broken surface. She hopes so. She has had rather abysmal luck in the romance department. Maybe this woman could change that.
Only time would tell however.
The other mare’s comment brings a small smile to Joscelin’s pale lips, a simple quirk. One hardly worth calling a smile, but there nonetheless. It’s been a long time since anyone called her lovely.
”Astri…”
She tastes the name on her tongue, rather liking the way it rolls past her lips.
”I’m Joscelin.”
Astri’s next question causes Joscelin’s small muzzle to wrinkle slightly in distaste. Not for the potential children. No, she likes children. They are rather interesting little creatures. No, it is for the act required to create children. It’s distasteful. Disgusting, really. One day, she would like to have children. But she would have to quell this nausea in her stomach at the thought first. It wasn’t a process she particularly cared to begin.
”No.”
A hint of amusement lights her golden eyes as she pushes back her first reaction. Her lack of children is certainly not for a lack of suitors. Or trying. She nearly laughs as she remembers Killdare’s determined flirtations. But she is made of sterner stuff than he was apparently used to.
”I’d have to find a man I liked well enough to, uh. Well, you know. To overlook the unpleasantness.”
A slight smirk crosses her lips then.
”But that’ll be long in coming.”
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria
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