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Her sense of direction seemed to be broken, and so the silver girl found herself again, lost. Her button eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign that she was near her home, but finding none. With a sigh, she continued on, each step coming slowly, forcing herself to calm down and not panic. She’d been lost before, and it hadn’t killed her yet. Perhaps this was what she needed – a chance to explore and find new friends. She decided that’s what this was about…it was a test to see how she handled things that were unexpected. She hated the unexpected. She hated the thought of being lost, vulnerable…alone. She wanted safety, security, and her best friend back, but that would never happen. You don’t come back once you’re… gone. Yeah, that was the word. She couldn’t even bear to think the word dead. Because he wasn’t. He was simply gone – gone on to the next world, whatever that was. And he was probably happy, waiting for her to share all his adventures. She decided that was a much happier thought than the alternative, and it put her troubled mind at ease…at least for a moment or two. It didn’t take long to stumble upon what looked like a giant hedge expanding as far as her button eyes could see. What in the world was this? Moving closer, she peered into what had to be an entrance. Did others actually go into it? What if it ate you? She knew better than to just rush headlong into a scary place without someone else with her. There were inevitably dangers inside – things that would eat, smash, mash, crush, rip and tear. No, thank you. Trembling slightly, she backed away, and that’s when she heard the sound of hooves approaching. She rushed into the entrance, certain that whatever was coming was out for her very blood. She pressed her silver body into the wall, but it didn’t truly hide her. Not when you’re silver and shining in the sunlight. You just can’t hide very well. But the creature turned out to be another horse. No…this one had wings. A Pegasus. Coraline offered a very soft, hesitant call out to the mare, for she smelled distinctly female. Taking a tiny step forward, the filly continued to tremble nervously. She didn’t want to be killed, but perhaps this was how she ended? ”Are you lost, too?” ”Speech” |
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