Spice I stare at him with a quizzical look on my brow, for had forgotten why he was asking which one do you prefer, but now I see that he meant my names. I didn't really know the answer to this but a lot of the others that I had met before call me Spice. So, that was my result. "Spice, I like Spice better." I say to the colt that couldn't be close behind me in age. She smiled, a genuine and fine smile. When he had used that voice of boyish mystery, that curious and thoughtful look in his eyes...I simply just had to answer. Usually I wouldn't be too eager to tell the other that had asked that I did not know how to fly. It wasn't impressive or anything. A 1 year old filly who sill doesn't know how to fly. Unheard of. "No, not yet. But I am getting the hang of it." I announced a bit proudly, straightening herself a bit. I had confidence that if he asked me to try and fly right then, I would at least try to show him. He was a bit handsome as well, though, the horn thing kind of killed it. "I can try to fly, if you want...?" I said, a bit scared at this moment. But why should I be? I was sure I was going to make it. Rhoa could fly, and he was younger than me. I beat one of my wings, then the other. "Nepdon". I murmur with a smile, folding over my mouth like I had just won a prize. It was a fun name to say. It sounded foreign on my tongue, just as Jahzara had. I look at him, in wait of an answer to my question-y-comment about showing him how I fly. i can see it in your eyes... |
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