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Coraline had been cast a fate that was far from desirable. Her mother hadn’t wanted her for her “tarnished” appearance. Her coat was of the most pure silver, it glittered in the sunlight and was stunning; but she had black points – muzzle, mane, tail, socks; and worst of all…she had button eyes. The filly’s father must have been something deeply special to the mare, or the mare would have let her die; abandoned her out in the woods, claiming that the filly was perfect, but had died. Instead, Coraline was birthed and kept in secret, the herd knowing about her, but none talking to her. She was raised in isolation, her mother appearing only to feed her; never to comfort or truly teach. All Coraline knew was that the world was full of dangerous things, and everything wanted to kill the silver-and-black girl. She grew up fearful and struggled to find anyone to protect her. She needed a strong figure to watch over her. And then she found Iago. The starry stallion was adopted as her new daddy, and he watched over her until she grew. But the magic of her home changed, and he, too, forgot about her. She was back to being an orphan. But Maaemo had taken pity on her, and had given her a little stuffed fox (who was ALIVE!) to be her companion. Pandora stayed with the filly until they arrived here; and she was gone. Coraline had met several friends along the way – Mew was her best friend, and her first true love. She hadn’t told him how much she loved him, and his dying words were demanding that their hearer relay to Coraline how much he loved her. She had Pan and Florentine, too, and Only; but they all had their own lives to live. Coraline lived the life of a loner most of the time. But she didn’t mind. It was the hand she was dealt, and all she could do was play those cards. The elder mare spoke to her, and she gave a shy smile. The mare began to speak then, about the place they were. The filly hadn’t learned all the names of things yet, of all the places she could see and had been. So all she could do was dumbly nod as the mare named the mountain and river. It sounded as good as any other name, she decided. And then the mare asked if she was a resident of Deliumine. Coraline nodded her dainty head. ”I am. I like it there. Everyone seems very nice, and nobody is mean.” Her body is that of a three-year old, but her mind is still that of a yearling. She is not “slow,” or “touched,” or anything. You see, when she was a yearling, she was snatched up into a magical coma where her body aged, but because she was not able to interact or use her mind, it stayed the same. When she woke, she was in a strange body, even though it looked like hers. She has struggled to learn and grow, and while she is doing well along her journey, she still has much to accomplish. ”It is a pretty place to live, with enough space for everyone, and plenty shelter and food.” She learned early on that shelter was one of the most important things – especially when you were on your own. ”Where do you live?” ”Speech” |
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@Tetra
