[AW] On a Crisp Autumn Morning

[Mesnyi]

Mesnyi

I wonder little at my fate
(it is the bringer of my escape)

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esnyi smiled (genuinely, now) at his description - “I do not ‘lead,’ so much as ‘serve’…” Perhaps if she was different a snort would have fouled her image; perhaps if she was different she would have been impressed. All she thinks is, good man and all she says is, “Good leader,” for he is not truly a servant, no matter what he says. But are the greatest leaders not those who do not wish for power? It is often so, though Mesnyi cannot claim to know very much about politics on the larger scale. She met his grin with her own; some real things could be held on to if they were indiscernible from her false things. She tried not to think about it for too long.

She did not often have such reciprocal conversations, but the lavender mare was certainly delighted at the genuinely pleasant talk they were having, and so, she welcomed his question. ”Desire, of course. I have little duties of my own; should my family find me here I may join them again, but I do not think that will be for some time.” The separation did not quite sting yet - it would likely be quite a while before the road called her and the Benevolent appeared, sensing her loneliness, though they never seemed to know it. It seemed wrong to say she was “homesick” - for the road was not a home, no, but it was something of the same feeling. Mesnyi could vaguely recall the sadness of her younger days, when she yearned for her parents and the woodland of her early childhood.

”They are still here, I believe. Wandering and singing and such. But they will be off soon, and this land is very far from anywhere I have been before.” A soft huff escaped her nostrils. ”I have not a single reservation about my choice. Delumine has been kind to me.”

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