The mare’s musings were nothing of much importance, for conversation anyway since she was not expecting someone to be here anyway. For a while now that lands had seemed desolate. Perhaps it was just the cold winter. Nevertheless her thoughts consisted of what she needed to do. For example, finding a nice, warm place to stay for the night would be wise. She could not say it was top priority yet, so what if she was a bit of a procrastinator. But here now, something has caught her eye. Movements of sorts it was. Well… a stallion, how charming.

Ears moved to pin against her skull- a defensive sort of mechanism. His words were rather strange, but she understood. Almost hesitantly, the mare’s ears relaxed from their sleeked back position. ”I am well,” she said a bit slowly, calculating almost as her eyes gazed over him. She was unsure of him and that she knew was sure, so ironic. ”How do you fair?” Politeness, nothing cruel, but it was still curious all the same. Her ears were not fully forward, showing him she did not want him to make a sudden move. Something about him just seemed to irk her or set her at a small state of unease. Maybe it was just the unfamiliarity.

I am so terribly lonely. The blame of the plague which ever so probes at the edge of my sanctum, baiting me to break, can never be anything other than myself. It can be nothing than but of my own doing that I refrain from conversing with, that I so isolate myself, from 'desirable' mares and abhorrent 'lords'. My mentality shall not be enslaved to abide to another's petty wants. My quintessence shall endure the poisons boring at the edges, fiercely fighting, waiting for a willing capitulation. I will never consider appeasing the filthy peasants that are desperate for a glimpse into a nobles mind. I exuberantly reject the scum...no, much lower than scum...a peek into my private asylum. They do not warrant such an honour... to witness a pure soul...the ungrateful peons, the thieves, the murderers, who do not realize the precious value of even the most soiled soul. Those corrupted filth.

I was born a pure being and shall forever stay such. Even if I am driven to illusion it, I will not drop pretense that I am pristine in condition. In ordinance with the line of thought, I suppose I could make myself appear larger than the pathetic realitly of 16.2 hh. Mares are that height; may haps though I would rather be compared to the female scum than the imbeciles of the male gender. I would rather be compared to none, honestly, as I loathe everyone else. Still, I have a performance to uphold...

" 'ello, 'ello! Cześć! How do you?"

I smiled of course, matching the bliss in my tone. Ah, acting; my saving grace.

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