NEFERTARI
We've Become Disillusioned
So We Run Towards Anything Glimmering
Hunger. Need. Desire. Boredom.
The feelings flooded the mare’s senses like a whiplash, there and gone. She almost didn’t register the jostle had it not been the catalyst for the emotional torrent that suddenly gnawed in her belly. It left a horrid taste in her mouth and a ravenous emptiness in her gut that twisted her insides. The stallion had dropped something, a feather duster, and he moved to pick it up again. The mare instinctively moved back to give him room to do so, as well as to allow herself room to breathe again. The overwhelming sense of his emotions was matched by his size, towing over her as he righted himself once more upon retrieving the duster.
Nefertari avoided unnecessary contact as much as possible, and the unexpected collision had scrambled her senses momentarily. She didn’t always tune in to the emotional states of others, unless she was touching them and the emotion was strong. This stallion’s need was loud. She’d almost wager it was an obsession, but that was speculation, really. Though, she’d rarely felt that kind of aggressive emptiness outside of rich men looking to comfort their lonely beds. It was hard not to speculate what might cause a man to feel these things at such great volume.
He was apologizing to her, she realized, batting her creamy lashes over golden pools. “Oh,” she spoke, her tone soft. They were in the library after all. “It’s quite alright. I was rather focused, myself.” The mare dipped her ivory tiara, shimmering flaxen locks tumbling in front of her features.
“Please, if you need me to move, I’ll be out of your way. I was looking for a historical text but I can’t seem to find it here anyways.” Her gaze moved back to the stacks before her. The library had some organization in that they kept like with like, though it seemed in the last several years there had been little attempt, if any, to categorize things further. While she had managed to find the records of the denizens of Denocte, she had not yet found anything about her family. Vogelstein had always been a rather private noble house, so it wasn’t very surprising that she could not locate a comprehensive history on it’s members, but to find no trace of it at all in the public records was troubling to say the least. She had hoped to educate herself a bit further on her lineage than what her parents had told her before her daring escape to Solterra all those years ago.
It seemed that her quest for knowledge would not be as simple as she initially thought it would be.
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