Re: Promenade (Open)
But then he had to prance aside quickly lest he be rammed by the girl's small body. Not that it would've done much, but he never liked physical contact unless he'd orchestrated it first. A bark of laughter left his throat, but the mirth never reached his eyes. "Oh, and she's a bold one too. How unlike her mother."
"...yes." Mist studied her daughter, now that she was closer. The easy self-confidence so different from her own carefully cultivated poise. Someone who'd never bothered with doubt, who remained untouched by crippling fear--someone who walked through life on her own accord. Oh, she hoped it was so. "I'm glad of that."
"Hn, maybe she gets it from her father."
The mare winced, and she knew without looking that Confetti was smirking ever so slightly because of course he would see it. She knew that these games were all he had, spitting out all the broken bits that built him up. She knew it, she understood it because they'd both come from the same place. Abandoned. Oh, she knew it all, but she couldn't help wishing that she hadn't let him walk with her today. Not to this. Not to see her lay out all the answers, to become the vulnerable thing she'd spent so long trying to overcome.
But she couldn't change the past, only deal with the now. And in the now, Sirensong deserved answers.
"There's...a reason I never looked for you, never-" She took a breath. "Never thought to look for you. It's not just that I don't remember you--I can't. When I was abandoned, something happened. I lost everything, everything I had become since the first bond. Not just memories. Time."
She looked at her body--a young mare's, untouched by as many years as she should've had. "I suppose--when my bond found me, I was just as I'd been when I came into this world. A blank slate. A new start."
A touch of bitterness at the last words, something that rarely surfaced. Confetti remained a little distance away, his aura more curious now. Of course, he knew the mare's story, but it was new to hear it come directly from her.