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The filly knew much about the bad things of life, and the way of survival. She might never have had to take care of children acquired by “alternative” means, but she was probably one of those children in a previous life. She’d survived a lot in her few years, and she had proven just how resilient she was, even if she didn’t realize it yet. And you are quite correct – Only will do as Only pleases. With him, there is no trying to stop him, or divert him. He is a force all his own, and perhaps that is why the filly enjoys his company so much. He had trusted her with deep, dark secrets that she had forgotten she had held, but perhaps that is for the best. If one does not remember, one does not break trust. The filly heard a soft word behind her, and with a soft snort and another wrinkling of her nose, turned around. Her button eyes reflected nothing but a curiosity toward the male behind her. ”Hello. You didn’t see a rabbit come back out of this hole…did you?” She knew there was no way it could have gotten past her – her nose was practically in the rabbit hole, but she felt it was pertinent to ask, just in case. Pan always taught her to ask a lot of questions. You never know what you don’t know until you know it. Or something like that. And who knows…maybe the tiny little thing escaped her. All she wanted was to be friends with it. What was so hard about that, silly rabbit? ”I’m Coraline.” She was still afraid of strangers, but she had decided that this one couldn’t be bad because he didn’t kill her while her back was turned. And he had some pretty colors. And wings. You can’t be bad if you have pretty colors and wings. Now I feel the need to tell you (or reiterate, or state for the thousandth time) that Coraline is not like other mares her age. While her body and hormones state she is three years old, her mind is still that of a yearling. You see, while she was in Ravos (or the Rift? She can’t remember) – the magic claimed her and put her into a magical coma (the only reasonable explanation for my absence during that time). Her body was allowed to grow, but because she was in a slumber of sorts, her mind remained as it was. And so, when she woke, it was quite a shock to find her body had grown, filled out, matured. She still wanted to play tag and chase, and nap in the sunshine with her friends. But her friends had gone – moved on to other herds. Not by choice, mind you. Fantome had burned the place down. She returned home only to find that “home” was gone. She found a new herd with Katniss, and found out that her best friend had died while trying to find her, and his last words were to demand they tell her how much he loved her. And it killed her. She had loved him, too, but hadn’t said it. She didn’t know why she hadn’t said it. Perhaps she hadn’t known until it was too late. That is often the folly of youth. ”Have you ever spoken to a rabbit?” She had not. Did they even speak horse? How would she tell it that she just wanted to be friends? Oh the things the youth worry about! ”Speech” |
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@Averin
