Beyond your flowers of flaming truth {Relic Contest}

[Rostislav]

I'm broken, lying helpless, shattered, surrounded by the world A stallion that looked vaguely familiar ran into the room, his attention on the fox that has cleverly escaped from him. (As sly, clever foxes do.) Poor Damascus (yes, that's his name!) has let his curiosity and the chase get the best of him, and before my eyes I watch the poor boy get his muzzle stuck in the hole. He begs Weir and I for our assistance. I can't help but chuckle in response, for never in my life have I seen something so amusing. Of course I don't plan to leave him struggling, but just for a moment, my silver eyes watch him in amusement. Weir has her own agenda, and she dances past me to try to shove Damascus and help him out of his predicament. It's just what I'd been thinking, but she had moved to it first. Just then she flashes the red stone (that we had JUST discovered..) from in between her teeth, and dashes out the door! I stand, flabbergasted, slowly registering her taunt. It all just seemed to happen so damn fast. I glance at Damascus, making sure he has been rescued from the fox hole. "Well... I guess we'd better follow. C'mon Damascus, let's go!" And so without another thought, I give chase, rushing out of the pale horned mare. "." @Damascus Wrapping it up on my end!

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