She would always come home, even now that her home is gone she would. Beqanna was her homeland, her birthplace. It would not feel right if she ever did find herself living the rest of her life in some other place besides here. Yet, Lucrezia could not have helped herself to get away from here sometimes. There were a lot of things that got to her, became too much of a weight upon her shoulders—problems that she needed to sort out, secrets she should not hide, and finding out who she truly was. She needed to figure this out, sooner if it was possible. But, for now, she can only take one day at a time—it’s all she can do.
She watches the giant stallion carefully. Her ears are pointed forward, listening to the words that he says. He doesn’t appear mad but only concerned for her well-being. Lucrezia cannot help but feel sorry for leaving, or ever lying to him about being the father of Rome; however, she knows she cannot tell him now (maybe she might never). Kreios was too good to her. He had always been good to her ever since they were just foals. She was happy to have someone like him, even in this very moment when she needed someone like him.
A soft smile grows on her thin lips. It’s a forced smile but she does not let him see that—her mask of pretend is still good as it always has been when hiding her emotions. “I’m glad to hear that.” She says warmly because she had thought about what happened when she disappeared with Rome and how he would have handled it. “I’m okay.” Lucrezia replies back, her smile slightly fading away. “I did wake up on the mountain. I don’t know why we all did.” She pauses, trying to sort out her thoughts for a moment. “The Deserts was flooded when I came back, and now everything is gone. What’s happening?” She asks, hoping maybe he might have the answers. She has been gone too long.
She watches the giant stallion carefully. Her ears are pointed forward, listening to the words that he says. He doesn’t appear mad but only concerned for her well-being. Lucrezia cannot help but feel sorry for leaving, or ever lying to him about being the father of Rome; however, she knows she cannot tell him now (maybe she might never). Kreios was too good to her. He had always been good to her ever since they were just foals. She was happy to have someone like him, even in this very moment when she needed someone like him.
A soft smile grows on her thin lips. It’s a forced smile but she does not let him see that—her mask of pretend is still good as it always has been when hiding her emotions. “I’m glad to hear that.” She says warmly because she had thought about what happened when she disappeared with Rome and how he would have handled it. “I’m okay.” Lucrezia replies back, her smile slightly fading away. “I did wake up on the mountain. I don’t know why we all did.” She pauses, trying to sort out her thoughts for a moment. “The Deserts was flooded when I came back, and now everything is gone. What’s happening?” She asks, hoping maybe he might have the answers. She has been gone too long.
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