Desreal: you showed me stars that I have never seen

If Era could see what Dusan really looked like she probably would have laughed. But all she could see with her hindered eyes was a fuzzy little shadow cutting between her and Alanna like a knife. Immediately Era found she had no appreciation for the little brat; he had just erupted her grand master plan of finally making a friend. She could also see the way he curled around Alanna, obviously ready to defend her from whatever great threat he believed Era posed. Era did have to give him props from thinking her dangerous considering he was absolutely right about that. But she also thought him dense because such assumptions were fueled by paranoia and not fact.

Era really had no reason to harm Alanna nor was she going to. For once she had felt like playing nice (unlike with the other filly she had met, who would prove useful to her someday). One day that would change once she discovered who Alanna's father was. Because when they are no longer children, and when they finally know the truth of who they are and the feud they were predestined to finish, a moment like this will seem like a forgotten dream.

Until then they are blank slates with eager hearts. Era, who has never had a friend in her two years of life, was willing to break some of the rules for a taste of normality. She had been a child forced to grow up quickly for the purposes of murder, deception, and wickedness. There was a part of her that still writhed for the laughter and tenderness of youth that she had been deprived of. Yet the part of her that was of Nightmare flared up and fed her temper. Era glared at the little bundle of irritation and snorted.

“Sorry. I don't give my name to rude little midgets.”

She sounded less frustrated and more bored with the situation. Truthfully, she was somewhat livid. Era had heard the accusations in the child's voice; he had made her feel like the monster she was pretending not to be. What did the colt think she was going to do? Eat the other filly? Pull her hair? Make her a slave to her whims? Admittedly, none of those scenarios were out of the realm of possibility when it comes to Era and her social skills. But it was still annoying when someone – especially someone so small, helpless, and annoying – made such assumptions.

It suddenly dawned on her that Dusan and Alanna must know each other, and that maybe the colt was jealous. That made her smile considering the obvious gap in age. Era sighed and walked around Dusan in order to be next to Alanna once more. “I'm assuming you know who the shortie is,” she says in monotone to the other filly. Then, just to piss the colt off, she curled around Alanna's other side and stayed close to her. Era proceeded to lay her head down on Alanna's back and stared directly at Dusan. It was as if she was expressing Alanna had somehow become her possession.

Alanna was hers now. No touchie, Dusan.

KURAI X MORIMAITE || LIGHTNING III