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It’s unusual to see such spring-time colors as pink and cream amid the monochrome browns of fall, the first few breaths of winter already wilting and killing off plant life all across the hemisphere as a reminder to begin preparing for freezing temperatures and heavy snowfall. It draws the eye then, when something bright and peachy slips between the tufts of grass, a waning sun glinting faintly across the creatures brow and sides where some unknown, reflective surface lays against his skin, little flickers of light winking on and off as he moves.
Nearby, an especially plain stallion, in comparison, watches neutrally from where he lays folded on the ground. He’s content to merely watch the creature from where he is, having finally filled the hollow in his belly carved by time and travel and finding almost equal comfort sprawling among the Eluetheria smorgasbord as he did consuming it.
In retrospect, he probably should have found a better place to sleep than in the middle of what might be the last available storehouse of decent forage in the area, a feature sure to attract other hungry and less-than-filled-out figures, but he’s not an anxious man and has never found it in his nature to be overly cautious. On the contrary, this is exactly the sort of thing that could be expected of him. Some would call it thoughtless, careless. He chooses more flattering words himself; self-assured, maybe sanguine.
It’s not until the creature sighs very softly and seems to deflate somewhat that his attention starts to peak. He watches the contrast of whimsical illustration to cheerless motion only a moment before calling gently, "Whats wrong little one?”
Stretching his neck up to its full height, he peers over the tops of the scrub and across the distance between them with ears cocked forward amid a mess of half braided mane and forelock, appearing all eyes and nostrils and hair from afar. "Why do you look so sad?”
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@Rigel
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