11-21-2016, 09:32 AM
The woeful pale woman. The lost and scared creature. She is raw and so very vulnerable.
The words seem to spatter against Marlyn and the air around her like an artist wildly throwing paint against a canvas of endless possibilities. Marlyn can feel a heavy tug in her chest as she witnesses what she felt she should not have. The porcelain woman, her distraught child, Marlyn was no one important to have been allowed such expression.
The spotted woman wants to do something fun, enlightening for the restoration but no...no this was not appropriate. The white masked mare moves silently over the moss and dirt and simply -taps- the shorter mare with a gently, warm touch before standing back. Marlyn can feel the magic leak from her to the other in that simply act, a slow drain of a once full glass. "There. What was once lost is now found." Her words are low and honest as she intends no mockery and honestly hopes the restoration of magic would help the wretched soul.
Marlyn hopes it would not come back to bite her.
The words seem to spatter against Marlyn and the air around her like an artist wildly throwing paint against a canvas of endless possibilities. Marlyn can feel a heavy tug in her chest as she witnesses what she felt she should not have. The porcelain woman, her distraught child, Marlyn was no one important to have been allowed such expression.
The spotted woman wants to do something fun, enlightening for the restoration but no...no this was not appropriate. The white masked mare moves silently over the moss and dirt and simply -taps- the shorter mare with a gently, warm touch before standing back. Marlyn can feel the magic leak from her to the other in that simply act, a slow drain of a once full glass. "There. What was once lost is now found." Her words are low and honest as she intends no mockery and honestly hopes the restoration of magic would help the wretched soul.
Marlyn hopes it would not come back to bite her.
MARLYN