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She’s about as impressed by him as he is by her.
“Your rib?” She looks away, but Toro sees the odd expression she’s making. “Indy? I hatched her from an egg.” The stallion nods, perplexed, until the girl bursts out laughing. A smirk pulls at Toro’s mouth. ”I suppose more birds are born from eggs than lions from bones.” He doesn’t quite believe her, or rather, doesn’t understand what is there to believe or not believe.
”Do you have parents or something that oughta be watching you?” She smelled like Terrastella, which wasn’t quite so close. Toro wasn’t very much interested in her, but she shouldn’t have been alone anyway - how old could she possibly be?
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