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She had seen the boy before, had heard his music. It lulled her into a sense of security, which was great, as she had mostly reverted back to her fear of everything and everyone. She had disappeared again – something strange with the magic of this place that seemed to not like her; but it wasn’t going to get her down. She was exploring, hiding in the shadow where nothing could see her silver fur and eat her. You see, in the sunlight, she shone like a beacon. It was nice when there were boys you wanted to impress, but she had never had that experience, and had learned that her tarnished features (black legs, mane, tail, muzzle) were a sense of shame for her herd. That was why she was sent away as a weanling. But enough talk about depressing matters. She heard voices nearby, and so she crept closer. She saw the stallion with the music, and stared at him through her button eyes. He seemed sad. This just wouldn’t do! But before the filly could creep even closer to him, she saw a familiar face…er…rump. Only! The filly couldn’t hide a squeal that escaped her lips as she exploded from the trees, flailing headlong toward her once-friend. Her heart did that little flip-flop thing as she neared him, trying to stop in a patch or two of mud, sending her sliding into his shoulder. She fell onto her own rump with an undignified flop and then stood up, mud dripping from her body. ”Only! I never thought I’d see you again!” The filly rested her cheek against his shoulder for a moment before remembering the reason she had crept closer to begin with. The moping dude with the music. ”Iliad… why are you sad?” She was still young-minded and had limited experience on things, so when the conversation turned to deeper matters, the filly usually reverted to simple speech, trying to grasp concepts she had never known. Her button eyes reflected concern for the male, not understanding that this was probably a gender-based thing. ”Will a game of tag cheer you up? It always worked for Bar….an old friend.” She still couldn’t bring herself to say his name out loud. Bartholomew. Her best friend and first true love. He had died trying to find her in a fire, and she still hadn’t forgiven herself for it. It wasn’t directly her fault, but you couldn’t convince the youth of that. Patiently, she waited for either of the boys to talk. ”Speech” |
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