[Despite her youthful appearance both as human and pony--though Ginia supposes she doesn't know how ponies age physically--she feels the age and the weight that comes with it from the ruler's expression. And in that moment, she feels small. Not insignificant, but in the way a new sapling looks against an ancient tree. The sapling may grow into an ancient tree itself, but for now it is small and simply is.
Ginia looks away, fingers resting on the screen.
'I don't think I want to be remembered. Rather, I don't think there's a point if I'm remembered.'
But she can't will the words into physical form. They're thoughts best kept to herself anyway.]
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Ginia looks away, fingers resting on the screen.
'I don't think I want to be remembered. Rather, I don't think there's a point if I'm remembered.'
But she can't will the words into physical form. They're thoughts best kept to herself anyway.]
You are very wise and kind.