Bitter Taste

Perhaps Requiem could have taught herself how to fly, but there was an innate fear of it in the girl. The fear of failure. The fear of injury. The fear of the wide expanse of the sky itself. WIth her hooves planted firmly on the ground she had more control over her body. In the sky she imagined the wind would try and dictate where she would fly and how fast. Of course she had no one to explain anything about flight to her, so she could be totally wrong in her assumptions. She didn't move when Seiji stepped toward her after she'd explained the disappearance of her family and being alone. She was young, but she wasn't dumb -- she assumed that his step closer was most likely an effort to offer her some comfort to ease the loneliness she felt. And she was lonely. It was hard not to be when you come from a tight knit family and then they're all suddenly gone.  Belatedly, she smiled and sidestepped closer to Seiji. He might not have said anything at all to her, but he had an air of comfort and understanding about him -- one that soothed her to her very core."We can stick together if you would like." She offered somewhat hopeful, though prepared for him to shake his head no. At least if they stuck together they could ward off the loneliness that plagued their steps -- or at least she assumed that he was as lonely as she. The way he opened his mouth, like he was going to speak, then closes it and shakes his head made Requiem's ears tilt forward and her smile fade. She could only imagine how frustrating it was to have something to say and not have the words to do it. "Have you ever had a voice?" She asked, curious of if he'd had one before coming to The Rift. She knew that others had had things stolen from them -- magic, companions, items -- and wondered if the place could steal voices as well. "." Requiem “Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.” ― Robert Frost

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