Jane looked out over the swathe of people. The children, lovers, enemies. All were so much more permanent than she was. She slid her gaze patiently over the fairgoers, as though waiting for something. She didn’t know what there was to wait for, because what future did she have anyway? No children, she was as little worth as the stone that lays by the wayside.
The stranger surprised her, mainly in the fact that he had managed to surprise her at all. She was so aware of the scenery around her and so focused on the world that it seemed impossible that such a large stallion could slip past her awareness. He managed, even, to be taller than herself. He was the very letter of imposing, despite the smile that snaked across her lips. No doubt he saw her loneliness, had seen her very invisibility that had made her so self-conscious. She was vulnerable, she was sad, and she was-
She could leave, if she wanted. If Jane became afraid, she could easily seek out her husband. But what was there to do? She looked at him slowly, as though trying to parse out his very core, past the marbled exterior that he bore. He was a beautiful stallion, that much was certain. A charlatan, the stallion reacted to Jane’s analysis by pulling himself up to his full height. 20 hands at least, to Jane’s 19. She had seen the type of smile that he wore, was no stranger to military colts. Hell, she was married to one.
Jane’s golden eyes slid to his grin. She tilted her chin slightly. “My husband has business here, he’s… meeting with someone.” She didn’t know what Isaar did with this time. He could very well be meeting a Deluminian, or he could be ducking his head into a pint. What difference did it make. “You’re right, that isn’t what you say to a married woman. And as for your wartime manners, I know many of your situation who would never dare say that to a married woman.” Her voice was amused even as her gaze attempted to pierce his exterior.
Still, still, the stallion continued to flirt despite his awareness of the situation. The gall. Jane actually scoffed beneath her breath, watching the antics of the mischievous stallion. “I would say it was a pleasure to meet you as well, if you were a little bit subtler with your intentions.” Jane actually grinned as she said so, her gaze boring into the stallion’s. Dark eyes stared out from a faceguard of leather. He looked like a musketeer in the novels that Jane had read as a girl. “And your name?”
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i've never felt more alone
it feels so scary getting old
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