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Beneath the midday sunshine's glow,
Myfanwy's mind changed like the weather, drawn along like a reluctant passenger in the stagecoach of her emotions. In that way and others she was very much one of the fair folk, hiding out deep in the woods, mysterious and alluring, choosing whether to bless or curse the wanderer across her path with the consistency of a coin flip unless appeased by ritual offerings and magic words.
But the lilac mare could not be appeased by a bowl of milk left overnight by an open window. She wanted adventure - hers or someone else's - and in its absence she was only a predator.
She tilted her head and beamed at the pale stallion's exasperation, stardust glittering upon her cheeks. "Oh I'd be happy to help, but you probably want to work on those navigation skills sometime." Glancing quickly around herself, ears trained as though tuning into a signal that El Toro couldn't sense. At this distance, the Rapax River was more of a feeling than reality, but it called to her all the same. "You can't always trust every stranger you meet in the wilderness."
He most certainly couldn't trust her, but that probably wouldn't stop him. The white stallion was, for the time being, at her mercy.
Swishing her tail in a cascade of moonwashed silk, the kelpie sidled toward him, catching his opalescent eye through the sheer fabric of her veil. Come away, her gaze seemed to whisper, come away to the water. "Out's this way."
She led him toward the river.
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Dance for a hundred years or so.
@El Toro
