Off the garden path [relic contest]

[Rostislav]

I'm broken, lying helpless, shattered, surrounded by the world The frosty mare remains frosty. In fact she might bring the next ice age with how cold her reply is, how hard her body language remains. But apparently Victorina and I have worn out our welcome with the pale mare, and Ms. Icy is already turning to leave. I stare blankly at her, part of me pleased she's leaving, part of me disappointed. But at the very least, she graces us with her name, so that at least I'll know what to call her should I meet her in the future. Nimue. I glance at Victorina, and offer a much warmer smile that Nimue could ever have presented. (At least, that's my personal opinion.) "Don't mind her. But.. perhaps we should venture down, it's getting a little chilly up here." I turn to follow the path back down the peak that I had come up in the first place. "I hope that we meet again, lass, and can talk more of our old home." My heart pains me as memories come flooding back, and I'm not sure this is a conversation I can have right now. So instead I leave, dragging my feet as I leave the filly behind. @Victorina - wrappin' this one up! ^_^ "."

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