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The child trotted with a swift gate. The young girl was going to age soon, and the idea of being full grown was nothing knew to her mature mind. She knew she her body would mature. There was one thing that was relatively new that had to do with your body maturing. Colts and stallions. Aurelia wasn't the biggest fan of stallions, for her history was hard and long with them, and colts made her nervous. She remembers on her journey here, she had run into a little group of equines. Most were female, save few a few colts and the main stallion. Equines were weird like that. They had one designated stallion and the rest was history. Anyways, there was a sweet (and not to mention cute) colt. He had a golden pelt with a snowy mane and tail. His eyes were a lime green with black pupils (unlike Aurelia's white pupils). He had been sweet to the filly that was purely alabaster at the time. After Aurelia and the boy became friends, something strange blossomed, and it freaked Aurelia out (because ultimately, she probably liked him too.). The lass knew not how to respond to the boy and that led to her fleeing that very night.
It was strange how the way others felt influenced her so much. She was very intuitive and was effected by even slightest changes in any horses' moods or actions, even. The new emotion of love, to respond to took her aback, and since then she could never act as normal around males in general as she once could have.
White pupils encased by gold irises looked around. To her left she saw a cave sort of thing, but it wasn't a cave. What is this? She stepped inside the cave-thing. Upon examining it closer, she saw it was a cave made out of thick branches of large willow trees. She immediately liked this place. Here, she felt one with the Earth.
She stepped out of what was known as a den to her, and into the fresh air. Downy white wings hugged her sides tightly. As of right now, she did not know how to fly. Her beautiful wings had only been twice open and used in various way here. She'd only shown their true beauty to Africa, the only one who cared about her. The first time was playfully, trying to raise her wing higher than Africa's to shade her. The second time was to back away from the water faster. Neither time was she airborne.
It was sad, an earthbound pegasus.
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[P] earth turns, time ticks, i watch [hototo, roskuld]
