Willoughby Lovelace
don't sleep through dreams
that can come true
that can come true
"I doubt that very much" Willoughby goes on at his insistence she'd be better off without him at a gala. She huffs gently, amused as she closes her eyes. A nod was given, confirming the issue with herself. For now, she brushes aside his want of getting to know her to really seal the point across. "I am here with you now, yes? An event would not be any different. I'd still be with you, just in a different setting."
She chuckles. "If I am to be around fake equines, I'd much rather be with equines that aren't. Surround myself with the good ones" she pauses, slipping her pale eyes open and lowering her head. Her ears pin against skull as she takes a step forward. Just a little one. "and you are one of the good ones, I can tell." Willoughby states with certainty.
But before it could really sink in, or allow Galileo to respond, she is zipping away again. "As for my past" the maiden states "I am dreadfully boring. I was kept in seclusion by my parents, who fled a violent lifestyle. We wandered aimlessly when things got tough, so I never learned how scary the world really is." She frowned almost sadly at him.
"I've been to other places besides Novus, yet never learned their names. So I named them myself, in my head. I also imagined I had friends there, that I left behind..."
@Galileo, let's go!
