Desreal: well i suppose only one of us gets to be the girl in the relationship

She tilts her head as she listens to him. It was certainly more than she had ever really heard him say. Maybe he just wasn't one for a lot of words. This time, though, was different. And they all seemed to mean something important. She sighed softly, thinking about what he said.

She certainly had scars. But they were so different. So colorfully different. And who is to really say they taught her anything at all? It was a random occurrence after all. I suppose she could have learned not to wander alone at night? Although, I seriously doubt she will ever take that advice. She liked being alone after all.

Even after he had stopped talking, she frowned slightly. He still had not really answered her. At least not in the way she would have liked. Granted, she also did not mind his company. In fact she rather enjoyed it. So perhaps it was a roundabout way of getting her to stick around longer. She laughed inside at the idea. Who would want to spend time with such a high maintenance mare?

"I suppose I can understand that. They don't fade. A constant reminder." She shifts her weight slightly, but the coolness of his side was still against hers. "What, pray tell, were you trying to get remembered?" Yes, she pried. It's what she does. Blunt and random. Always curious. Pink frills could never change that. Even if they did make her want to dance around and hum porno tunes.

"Are you sure you can't see them, old man?" Oh yeah, she said it.

What a naughty girl...???