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It was time to meet new people, but first she had to wake up and get to it. The filly opened one button eye and then shut it again, groaning softly. The sunlight was too bright. She snorted and stretched out her legs, twitching them like she were trying to trot in place, even though she were lying down in the grass. With a heavy sigh, she opened her eyes again and sat up, blinking wearily against the brightness that decided it needed to try and blind her. A moment or two passed, and she threw herself up onto her feet, shaking the dew and dirt from her silvered coat. Why did mornings have to come so early? She yawned and then stumbled forward, deciding what direction to go, and how to go about finding someone new to talk to. Instead, she found a small rabbit and stopped, blinking at it. She thought it looked like the most adorable thing in the world, and then thought about Pandora. Pandora was a little stuffed fox that Maaemo had given her…but Pandora was alive. It was the strangest thing. The magic here had taken her away, however, and Coraline hadn’t seen her companion since they entered the strange magic in the rift. Pandora would likely bound closer to the bunny, scaring the daylights out of it, and creating a game of chase. Perhaps that could be a fun game, but Coraline decided to slowly walk toward the rabbit, her silver head low, trying to be as small as possible to not frighten the young thing. But instead of the rabbit letting the filly close, it sprinted away. Coraline’s head raised up, as she gave a surprised “hey!” and then chased after it, head lowered again. The rabbit zigged and zagged, and Coraline struggled hard to follow it without getting lost or stepping into a hole. The filly ran until the rabbit disappeared in a hole and she couldn’t follow it any longer. So she stood watch outside the rabbit hole. Certainly it would come out sooner or later, and then they could be friends. The filly almost didn’t hear the approach of another, she was so focused on waiting for the rabbit. Her ears tilted back to hear who was approaching, and when she decided it was a horse, she returned her attention to the rabbit. She had decided that this was her home, and nobody would try to hurt her here. Right? ”Speech” |
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@Averin
