Marian nodded. She was. Soft, demur, and the horse she hadn't wanted when she was young. Not once an inch like Sorely. A Lady's horse, and yet she'd grown to loved her so. Marian simply nodded, and leaning her face against the horse for another second before steeling herself.
She had to step away, keep doing things, getting them, him, away. But if she had to pick one thing to have saved that night, one thing beyond her father, one thing just for herself. Marian reached up and stroked fingers down the pure white broad space of the wide forehead, long nose.
Beautiful was not even enough of a word for her.
"I'll be back for you," she promised. The softest, fierce whisper.
She stepped back, settling her shoulders. It's almost as though she has to regroup something. She does not have skirts to settle as though the last two minutes were a fluke.
"We have to get you out of here," this time to him. A reminder, an apology.
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She had to step away, keep doing things, getting them, him, away. But if she had to pick one thing to have saved that night, one thing beyond her father, one thing just for herself. Marian reached up and stroked fingers down the pure white broad space of the wide forehead, long nose.
Beautiful was not even enough of a word for her.
"I'll be back for you," she promised. The softest, fierce whisper.
She stepped back, settling her shoulders. It's almost as though she has to regroup something. She does not have skirts to settle as though the last two minutes were a fluke.
"We have to get you out of here," this time to him. A reminder, an apology.