the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The Andalusian mare is not easily fooled; sure, he doesn't show his face for some time after mentioning his name, but she does not need to see his eyes to know that the abrupt way he altered his stance was a way to prevent her from looking directly into is soul.
Because, for over a year, she'd done just the same. Avoidance, that was the thing she recognized. And sure, perhaps in her case it had been something that overcame her, although she understands that she should maybe not have sought the man out that had planted Llowell in her womb, at least not during the season. But then how could she know? Well, for starters - she could have been a little less naive.
He might not be able to imagine her frowning; yet she did. Especially when he answers; he doesn't think he can. She mesmerizes, looking him over. He's handsome enough, and she can understand how he came to be a father. But Solace had already accepted that he was a wanderer; just like she had accepted that Svedka would sometimes be around, and sometimes would not be. "Try anyway. You'll not feel forgiven by anyone else, as long as you cannot accept who you are."
He might need an example. She smiles wryly. "I've made a wrong choice; several in one actually. I was naive, and way too trusting of a man who'd shown feigned interest but nothing more, until breeding season came around. Should've been a warning, right?" She shakes her head. "But the point is that I learned. And so will you. Our past shapes us, and our future depends on our willingness to change and grow from our experiences."
He seems to want to say something, but all he outs in the end is that he fucked up again. Well. She shrugs. "If that means you tried to be better in between, you're a better man than most." she tells him directly.
@[Castile] Wow, peptalk, I did not think I had this in me xD