[private] here it comes without warning; romek

[Romek]

fuck all your dreams; they're not all they seem.

Everything they had ever known had been thrown into chaos; of course it is natural that they feel misplaced, directionless anger. It is only natural that they cry, and shout, and run. It will take time for them all to come to their senses, to realise that this is a permanent decision and that they ought to be grateful that they get even this…

He simply listens to her vent, letting her emotion wash over him, but never disturbing the stones beneath. He is no stranger to these feelings, these emotional outbursts – it can all get too much sometimes, realising that you truly have nowhere to go, and it can be difficult to realise that there is nobody that you can turn to at this time.

”Lucrezia,” he says, nodding his head. ”It’s alright, I understand. It’s a stressful time for us all. I’m Romek.”

He looks briefly across the Meadow, of all the horses gathered, chattering away, abuzz with – well, whatever emotion they’re feeling currently, before looking back to the mare. He notices, with a frown, that she looks somewhat familiar – although he still can’t place it (although she might, he is a near-identical copy of his sire Nocturnal).

”You’re not the only one feeling like that. Look around you. You’re not alone.”

Romek