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Her button eyes looked out over the moonlit landscapes of the world she found herself in, struggling to make out details. She could see valleys and tiny dots she assumed were ponds, and a few glittering ribbons that must be rivers. The mare before her said this was a sacred place, and the silver girl wondered for the thousandth time if she was intruding on something important, or something she shouldn’t be involved in. She blinked a few times as the landscapes blurred together. With a soft sigh, the filly’s head turned and her button eyes fell once more upon the winged mare. ”What gods are here? Are there different ones?” Her mind moved to Maaemo, and the others from her last home. She once thought her adopted father, Iago was a god. And the thestral who burned down her home. She refused to think of his name (mainly because my old ass can’t remember it) because she had not yet forgiven him for what he did. It was because of his actions that her best friend was dead. She wanted to hate him, to curse his name, but she didn’t have it in her heart, so all she could do was simply refuse to acknowledge him. ”How do I know which one is right for me? Will they betray us? Hurt us?” Her little voice was soft, emotional, yet she refused to cry. She wanted to be the grown up she was supposed to be; she didn’t want to be afraid anymore. ”Do they grant wishes?” All she could think of was spending an eternity with Mew. And if that wasn’t possible, maybe she could still have a foal with him – a tiny piece of him that could live on with her forever. She gave a tiny smile at the thought. What a miracle that would be! ”And perform miracles?” ”Speech” |
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