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Beneath the midday sunshine's glow,
I guess that's a good way to put it, the stranger said, and Myfanwy smiled brightly, a layer of her caution chipping away in its wake. This was no predator come to end her life. If there was hunger in his eyes, it was not the sort that ended in butchery.
His pale coat veritably glowed against the autumn leaves turning all around them, and his opalescent eyes were nearly as striking as her own. Did he have a little kelpie in him, perhaps? Not likely - a kelpie would know the water at the very least, even in the deepest woods. A kelpie would be wary of lovely creatures with fay voices and stardust on their cheeks. No, he just happened to be fancy. Horses could be fancy, too.
He spoke again. This time Myfanwy giggled around her reply, coyly passing his vagueness right back to him. "I guess that depends which direction you want to go." Now that the first timorous moments had passed to reveal he probably wasn't going to try eating her, the musicality of her voice grew with her boldness. And the lilac girl didn't even have to like to him: she sensed the water nearby, yes, but knew the forest only so far as she was willing to ignore the tether of her own comfort zone. Where the feeling stopped, she would probably end up as lost as he.
Settling back onto her white-splashed hoof, Myfanwy tilted her head to study him in a different light. His tails were endearing and so were the curved horns. Perhaps she would let him decide whether to go visit the river or not - even if he didn't know that was what he was doing.
"What'd you come here for, if you didn't know the way?" Her tone added a neat little 'silly goose' without stooping to the point of actually calling him out - a soft touch, almost considerate. Or perhaps charming. Myfanwy tried to be both.
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Dance for a hundred years or so.
@El Toro
