when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you ;
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She is not alone with her thoughts for long, the sound of an unsure voice breaking through her reverie. She turns to see a stallion, older than her, but only by a few years, if she had to guess. He seemed nervous, first in the way his words seemed to stutter at the start, and in the way his eyes looked at her. But a friendly smile lifts her lips upwards, her eyes alightening just a bit at the prospect of making a new friend. ”Hi,” she greets him in return, moving forward on slender legs to shorten the space between them. The young filly — almost two years old, but still a girl by most accounts — had never been shy of strangers, and even as she grew up and became more self-conscious, that still hadn’t changed about her. ”It’s lovely,” she agrees, diverting her gaze to survey the winter landscape. The River felt like home almost as much as Hyaline once had, and she would always be partial to it.
”I’m Chryseis,” Her voice is light and friendly, returning his introduction with one of her own. He seemed nice, although the young girl assumed everyone was nice. He asks how she is, and she falters for a second, considering the question. Her home didn’t feel like home anymore, and she hated to blame it on the way Rhaegor had tore away from the party and quite literally disappeared, but it was a significant part of why she had chosen to stay with her father and Breckin in Nerine. But now Nerine was supposedly not safe, and instead of swimming to the safety of Icicle Isle, she was here, taunting whatever threat was floating around. ”I’m doing pretty good, I guess.” it’s only partially a lie. Chryseis wasn’t the type to throw herself a pity party, so she wouldn’t dare say that her life sucked. ”How are you?”
chryseis.
and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you
and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you
@[Jack in the Box]