Mesnyi
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esnyi could not be kept from a festival, particular not on in Denocte. They had the best, and most frequent, celebrations, and she would make it to every one if she could. This one was an autumn celebration, and it was with a light heart that she danced through the festivities, shops, and performers; many were friendly but none were Benevolent. (She tried not to be disappointed, though - this had happened before, many times, and it would likely happen many more times.) Homesickness had yet to strike, but the search for companionship was everlasting. Finally Mesnyi had made her way to the prairie, which had disappeared under the guise of a corn maze. The last maze had been a real Benevolent treat. This one was all Isra’s doing, as far as she knew.
As the lavender mare made her way to the entrance, she noticed - how could she not - an imposing black mare standing before it. ”Heading in?” She asked, trying to push aside the apprehension that filled her heart at the sight.
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"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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