There is still a long way…
A flurry of emotions was making the fae mare flee the crush of her court. She loved having a place to belong, but she was still struggling over the pain from the news that had been shared with her. The failures that she had clearly let happen. Shaking her head, she braided her mane to make sure it was properly put up and then tucked the colors into a whirl of black. A black cloak hid her acidic gossamer wings and helped to ward off the child that plagued her when upset.
The fae stalked through the court, her movements almost predatory and hinting at the darker court that she had once called home. Her court was ruthless, sly, hunters in the darkness. And that darkness seemed to be haunting her. Her arrival at the lake shocked her, the mare’s vivid eyes widening at the shimmer of the sunlight on the calm waters.
Dipping her head, she took a long drink and then let some of her tension fade from her form. It was like her body was primed for a new wave of bad news and it was enough to make her not even want to look at anything. Sighing, she began to casually nibble on the grass and enjoy the quiet.
"Speaking."
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