Romantica
The fine cracks feather through her heart like the graceful aging of antique vases. Her sister, beautiful and wild like she, does not recognize her and even so accuses it of all being a farce. The fine jaw of the gray falls slack in the raw shock and disbelief. Surely this was some sort of other sorcery.
"Tirzah..." She attempts to begin on a tongue that feels are to thick to be her own, a throat that is suddenly and noticeably dry. Romantica forgets the friendly introductory conversation that typically falls after give one's name. All she can do is watch her red sister with wet green eyes.
It hurt.
The gray moves to go to her sibling but freezes. Something lingered int he air, something dark and full of malice. Rom stops, eyes moving to the clouds as though she can read them. But the atmosphere reveals nothing. It all feels like an ugly joke, a punishment.
A soft sigh is all that can be offered as her shoulders slump, the edges of her lashes darkening with the dampness of overwhelming emotions but Rom steels herself, teeth sinking into her lower lip. Her attention flicks to the roan mare as though the other's face would reveal the code, the map, an answer but there is nothing as well. "Well then." She gathers the crumpled pieces of her delicate heart, smoothing them and slowly them piecing the ugly jagged edges back together. Rom decides it is best to go.
If she did not have Tirzah, then she had no one. "Goodbye, Tirzah." The voice, usually airy and tinkling, is thick with suppressed pain as she takes her leave.