Mesnyi
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”I don’t think so…” The stranger’s reply does little to calm Mesnyi’s nerves - though perhaps nothing would have, by now. Mesnyi shivers, her limbs starting to tremble as Lucinda looks around suspiciously. Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s nothing-
Lucinda starts to speak when - gods! - a dragon leaps from the bushes, black and huge with enormous talons and fangs. Mesnyi screams, turning tail as a sickly green fireball is borne from the creature’s maw. The lavender mare runs and runs, crashing into hedges and patrons and dead ends and turning back and around until she finds the exit. A costumed stallion stands at the opening to greet her. “Congratulations, you’ve-“ Mesnyi shoves past him and keeps running until she can no longer run, cramps clenching at her side as she heaves, stumbling to a walk. She looks back every so often, listening over the sound of her thudding heart for the beast. Quiet, save the distant sound of music and laughter.
Mesnyi shakes her head, collapsing beneath a tree once her heart slows, sweat going sticky on her skin. ”Never in my life…”
"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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