Honesty was the best policy. At least that was what my parents always instilled in me. It was wrong to lie. A lie was a lie, even if one was a tiny white lie. I remember one time my Father had me sit with him on the dock, looking over the lake. We were both hiding from my Mother. I didn't feel like attending the party in my dress. I wanted to run around and play, because as a child, that was the most important thing in the world to me. Father found me knee deep in the mud, the pretty powder blue dress with white frills was absolutely ruined. He couldn't help, but laugh. I liked his laugh. It was warm and loud, boisterous. I could easily pinpoint his laugh amongst a large crowd. He asked me how I got in the mud and I told him such silly elaborate story, and that was when the smile fell from his face. He was not pleased that I had told a fib. Grabbing me out of the mud he carried me over to the dock, to sit, as we watched the fireflies twist and turn over the dark water. The light from the building behind us allowed me to see the sad look in his eyes, as she proclaimed he was disappointed in me. That was when I learned I shouldn't lie. Of course I listened to what he had to say, because I never liked it when he said I was a disappointment, it felt like a punch in the gut. I never wanted him to feel that way again for me, which is why I do my best to try and not to lie.

I'm really in a shock that she is actually hear. It's a bit weird really. I mean I only met her once and she seemed like fun. I was eager, I was ready to do whatever I was supposed to do for training. My eyes narrow slightly as I notice her grin, unsure if I'm supposed to trust it or not. You know, if I wanted to be lied to, I would have gladly gone somewhere else. Looking for me? I don't believe that at all. No one has ever bothered to look for me. Why should I believe in what she has to say? Which leads me to wonder why would she need me in the first place? Was I not useful before? I don't know her very well to even attempt such a thing. The only thing I know about her is that she comes and goes. That's it. Nothing else. I don't know what I am supposed to do in this situation. Am I supposed to tell her to leave or am I supposed to tell her to stay? I don't like that tone in her voice. I don't like it one bit. I think she is egging me on...maybe. Or is that what she wants me to think? Unsure with what to do I quietly turnaround grabbing a few water containers, and walk past the woman towards the other stables. With a sigh I respond with an indifferent tone.

"Didn't know I was wanted. Besides why should I ask for you to leave, you've already done that."

I'm just about done with my tasks tonight and I'm not going to have her derail me from completing them. Which is great! Because that means I have no responsibility anymore for the rest of the night. I can do whatever the hell I please, and tonight I feel like I need a good run. If there is one thing I like about being a horse it's the fact that it likes to go to for a run. Not only that, but it is much easier to run on four legs rather than two. I can hear her footsteps behind me. Well, at least I'll have some human company for a change. Setting the water containers down, I take one with me and unlock the stall, and enter it. With a grin I give the bay a gentle bat on his nose as I move freely around the stall. Setting the container on the side of the stall, I turn the knob around to let the water flow. Crossing my arms again I can actually feel her eyes on me, as if she is waiting. What does she want? I'm not the one that did anything wrong. With a shrug, I muttered softly as I keep my eye on the water falling into the container, waiting for it to get to the top.

"I don't need to know where you went or why, it's not my business. But if I'm supposed to be something to you...I'd at least like a little heads up. Maybe a phone call, a note, smoke clouds, Morse code...just something."

I have absolutely no idea why she decided to come now and see me. I was stubborn before I was a horse, and now that I am a horse...I'm even more stubborn than before. Good Luck.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable