Mesnyi
she's just a devil woman
with evil on her mind
with evil on her mind
"O
h, certainly.” Mesnyi offered a smile back, but something about the mare didn’t sit quite right with her. Perhaps it was the imposing scar across her face - though Bexley had one quite like it - or the way her toothy grin looked more like a snarl. She made a point of trusting her intuition, but thought perhaps it was just the autumn evening. There was always a certain feeling about this time of the year, the veil between worlds thin. It was easiest for the Benevolent to travel around now, too, but it didn’t seem like her brethren would be coming for a while yet. The caravan she’d come with would plan to leave her alone, and any others would be few and far between. The journey required them to be quite large, after all.”Are you from around here? I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”
Mesnyi looked up at the corn above them. ”I’m not from here, no. But the caravan I came with helped with the summer festival last year.” The stranger seemed to melt into the shadows, save for her green eyes. Mesnyi’s stomach twisted. ”And yourself?” Something rumbled in the bushes, but the lavender mare attributes it to the wind and nerves. Certainly no maze has ever made her feel so tense, but perhaps something truly is off…
Devil Woman | "speaks" | notes: ☽☼☾
"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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