we built this city on broken glass

His black boots scuffed easily along the pavement with every stride, Frost tucking his hands further into the pocket of his jeans, his fingers fumbling for the ipod only to turn that music up a little louder in some effort to drown out the voices in his mind. It was always more difficult to keep those voices at bay when he was tired. Last nights lack of sleep so forcing the stallion to focus harder then he truly enjoyed on preventing that infiltration of thoughts that seemed to reach him no matter how far away from other people he tried to move. The music, in the least, seemed to provide something of a buffer- something for his own thoughts to concentrate on and yet even they were inclined to wander despite that steady thrum. There was so much to be done and so little time, let alone the rest of those considerations that had taken hold within his thoughts. These very thoughts the reason he suspected he had been restless last night. Those training sessions with Alexander had become more difficult of late, Frost often finding himself near exhausted in the wake of them and yet even that had failed to bring that sleep last night. The sooner those matters on his mind were taken care off the better. This meeting with Raven merey one of them.

Frost easily crossed over that street and toward the corner he had agreed to meet the woman at. The backpack upon his back was tossed to the floor at his feet, the stallion leaning back against the metal pole that held up that very street sign as his arms folded across his chest to wait. He was early and yet a part of him suspected the woman might not show at all. She still smelt of fear any time she lingered in his presence, even when she attempted to present him with that facade of confidence. Yet- he could hardly bring himself to be sorry for that very fear that laced her form. She had deserved what she got. He had told Tetradore just as much and yet he had softened towards the woman of late, even if only slightly, for necessities sake. If Tetradore desired those further interactions though some further work would be needed. Frost distinctly undecided on how willing he was to allow such an affliction of emotion all the same. Those violet eyes glanced briefly down toward that bag at his feet. The stallion having brought some sort of peace offering for the woman today and yet whether or not she would enjoy it remained to be seen. Tetradore would owe him for this.

That soft sigh parted his lips once more, Frost taping the heel of his boot against the ground before glancing down at that time on the ipod. Raven, he suspected, was not the sort of woman to be late. He's hardly understood much of her personality and yet attention to detail was clear enough in her mannerisms. The stallion simply having come to that acceptance he would never see eye to eye with the werewolf. The man assured she did little other then allow her misguided morals to guide each off her actions without seeing that broader picture- even though she would likely disagree with him. Still, he could not deny her baking skill in the least. The war horse almost hopeful she might bring those treats once more even if he refused to allow such a desire to linger upon his features. His expression little more then some mask of vague apathy and disinterest in the world. The stallion as cold as ever as he simply waited. Hopefully the woman had not been stupid enough to attempt some slight of hand in this exchange. If she had proven to be honest he was inclined to be honest in turn. At least, honest enough to offer her that....gift of sorts.

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