09-04-2019, 07:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-04-2019, 07:18 PM by Neverwhere.)
Lovely company indeed. She whuffs softly at Lilliana's assertion that somebody is missing her. It's would be difficult to explain to the chestnut mare why this is so unlikely. Perhaps because she was not raised to quite the same life with such loose knit ties, or perhaps she is misplacing her own bias, which Neverwhere would not put past her. It's so easy to assume others feel a certain way when you feel that way. The heart wants company.
And yet, she is so fast to claim the same for herself. So quick to say that her family has left her behind. It seems unlikely that Lillianna, who makes an impression on everybody, has been forgotten. The dapple's feet slosh and grind noisily in the rocky shallows of the river as she closes the space between them, and, stretching her neck out, presses her scarred muzzle into the hollow space where whither meets shoulder.
"I am sorry if that's true," she says, pulling back, "I don't know much about families like that, close ones. Maybe what seems like detachment is only knowing you need room to heal and grow. Perhaps it is what they need, too."
It isn't said as a question. There are many things hiding away inside the chestnut, anger and sadness brewing something bitter and dark that she pushes down, tries to forget. Poorly, Neverwhere thinks, though she keeps it to herself.
Although no longer touching, she remains close as the red mare changes the topic of conversation to something a little lighter than the heaviness of her soul.
"I thought I was looking for adventure, but I never found any. Perhaps I will travel to Nerine, from here I'll be able to visit many of the other lands on the way there, or back. But I don't have any plans."
@[lilliana] Airport phone post!
And yet, she is so fast to claim the same for herself. So quick to say that her family has left her behind. It seems unlikely that Lillianna, who makes an impression on everybody, has been forgotten. The dapple's feet slosh and grind noisily in the rocky shallows of the river as she closes the space between them, and, stretching her neck out, presses her scarred muzzle into the hollow space where whither meets shoulder.
"I am sorry if that's true," she says, pulling back, "I don't know much about families like that, close ones. Maybe what seems like detachment is only knowing you need room to heal and grow. Perhaps it is what they need, too."
It isn't said as a question. There are many things hiding away inside the chestnut, anger and sadness brewing something bitter and dark that she pushes down, tries to forget. Poorly, Neverwhere thinks, though she keeps it to herself.
Although no longer touching, she remains close as the red mare changes the topic of conversation to something a little lighter than the heaviness of her soul.
"I thought I was looking for adventure, but I never found any. Perhaps I will travel to Nerine, from here I'll be able to visit many of the other lands on the way there, or back. But I don't have any plans."
@[lilliana] Airport phone post!
