Eyes observed the other quietly as he mounted, giving him a curt nod in response to his words. It was fairly easy to keep up with his chestnut steed’s pace, because (in Sardonyx’s perspective) it seemed like she was following a snail, slowly crawling over a boulder. But, despite this fact, the female hedgehog held a high rate tolerance, for Robert was only trying to be helpful, and if it got him out of wasting his life away in a bar, she wouldn’t complain. Plus she rather enjoyed taking this time, to look at the scenery.
Blood-colored pools gazed at the area they passed by with a secret sense of admiration, swelling in her core. The various colors, and wild demeanor this lively forest held were pleasing to her eyes. Each flower growing within it, released a soothing scent that spiraled into the air, and tingled the artificial entity’s keen nose. She then took a deep breath and closed her lids, to silently love the fresh, lush breeze. This hidden enjoyment however was soon disturbed, once the teal hedgehog spoke again.
Eyes fluttered open to shift attention back towards him, whilst hearing had picked up the wavering tone in his voice. Did her shocked expression back there still rattle Robert? If that was the case Sardonyx honestly couldn’t blame him. After all being compared to her counterpart always brought out some painful subjects. So pointing out his resemblances to a demon probably shook him quite a bit… Though she did not know what had occurred between these two individuals, the ebony girl was fairly certain it wasn’t something pleasant.
“Alright.” she replied, after focus was fully adjusted. A moment of silence temporarily hung in the air, as Sardonyx hesitated before saying her next sentence. “I… apologize if I briefly compared you to another back there. If it helps you’re really nothing like him, in terms of personality.”
Robert remained silent for a few seconds, eyes gazed downwards at his mare’s mane. He would need to give her a wash when they returned to the stables, maybe he could put some braids in as well. No matter how hard he tried, the pressing matter still played in his head; he and his anti weren’t so different.
Hazen had ruined his life, and for what purpose. His wife was murder, and his child missing, yet Rob O’ continued being tormented day in and out by the demon. But there was something else that served as a barrier in Rob O’s mind: his own inner demons. Doubt and Anxiety were cruel mistresses. Fear and Loss were his banes.
The rider forced a smile, and to look back at the girl. “It’s fine. It happens all the time.” Reaching back, he pulled his hood back on. With a click of his tongue, the mare raced off, cutting through the underbrush to reach the lake faster.
The waters were a shade of blue-gray today, spite the bright blue sky above. Robert’s ear twitched, but he didn’t mention anything as he climbed off and walked over to the lake bed. There, the flowers grew, dancing in the soft breeze. “Are these it?”
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