by CharyouTree » Fri Jun 03, 2011 9:17 am
Wes' smile faltered. "Daze" he repeated. This was not Forest, or one of the followers he'd been told of as a foal even in the old lands. He opened his mouth again, but was cut off by Durst. The colt stepped forwards, the same feeling as Wes had was conveyed on his young face "We're looking for Forest." he stated simply "Now I haven't seen any horses since a month ago, and I figure you have to know or have a vague idea of where we need to be going"
Wes frowned. The colt had said just days ago that Forest was a story for the young, but now he seemed just as determined to find her. Maybe Durst saw something Wes didn't. The stocky brown horse gave Daze a small smile "I apologize for my friend's forwardness. He isn't accustomed to politeness."

"Open your blessed wings
And wrap them around all your things
Keep yourself in the company of kings
Cause it's their hands that bleed from the strings"
My first thought was, he lied in every word
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored
Its edge at one more victim gained thereby.