Longer I run; Voudou, Any

[Jason]

Jason’s sarcasm had been a bit of a dick move, but being a guy he felt it to be oddly appropriate. Voudou, on the other hand, didn’t agree with such an assessment. The thick growl under her breath broke Jason’s smile and caused him to take a mini step back. Her eyes looked fierce, filled with anger and zero compassion. Jason’s eyes mirrored back her stare with unease mixed with amusement. As serious as the situation had become he couldn’t help but find comedy in it all, and to top it all off Voudou suddenly fell. Instinctively Jason lurched forward to help, but as soon as he did so the mare managed to stand up. She was completely coated in mud and looked as silly as could be. Her words though that were soon spewed were not nearly as silly. She spoke. She raged. Jason blinked and listened. She said she wouldn’t stay which broke him, and when her words began to shake he shattered. ”Voudou…I…” He began to speak without thought, and his voice drifted. He didn’t know what to say or what to address first. The cry meant much more than just words. It spoke of Voudou’s happiness, of her insecurities. Fiasko soon looked to Jason, which broke his processing. She then speaks and for that Jason is thankful. Fiasko’s words state truth, and Jason nods although he knows there is much more to say. ”Voudou, If you are not happy here I will not force you to stay, but I want you to stay. You are wanted here.” He rests his eyes on her. His expression soft, welcoming ”You’re worth more than your looks. You’re intelligent and clever, and I’m sure there’s more for you to share with me….with us.” His voice flows easy. ”But if you don’t want this I wont stand in your way.” He grins ”But I may have to go to the field and stare at you with all the others.” He allows his voice to grow a little bit lighter. Even though the supportive speech may be done they still had a feat to overcome. Fiasko was the one to approach the obvious topic next, how were they going to get the mare out of the mud? ”Well I do have an idea.” He steps forward and places his hoof into the mud. His eyes close and he focuses on thoughts of the desert- of an arid dry land. Slowly the mud around his hoof turns to dirt. His eyes open ”Would you like our help, Voudou?” jason magical son of eol and ashling