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 The mare quietly grazed on the big surface of grass that she'd found in the forest, and felt like she'd never felt before. She was satisfied with her life. She was extremely thankful to Mauja, the Ice King, who had brought her here a while ago. She couldn't exactly remember when, though. The only thing she remembered was that there had been green leaves on the trees and bushes - leaves that had now turned brown and started to fall off. The cold wind stroked her black coat, and made her mane and tail softly move in the breeze. The Orangemoon had come, though you could not see it just yet. By the horizon you could see that the sun was about to go to sleep, just being right over the line of the ocean. Dell snorted quietly, and raised her head. She was full. Since she'd arrived, food had never been difficult to find. It was everywhere. As the mare was about to lower her head again to see if there was more than grass to eat, she heard a high call that echoed in the forest. Her King had called for a meeting of some sort. She turned her head the way that the call had come from, and started to trot to her King. Dell owed her place in the herd to Mauja, and had great respect for him. She had never shown such respect even for her own father, but this stallion was different in so many ways. The Friesian mare stopped in a wide forest clearing, though you could say it was a glade, and widened her eyes for the sight. So. Many. Unicorns. About 20 unicorns had gathered in the clearing, and every one of them had a unique appearance. She continued walking forwards, but much slower so it didn't look like she was rushing into the meeting. Her head was raised high - but not too high so it seemed like she thought that she was ranked higher than others, but still high enough to not seem weak. Her blue eyes watched and memorized almost all of the unicorns, and thought at the same time that she would never remember all the names. Dell cleared her throat, and looked at every one of the unicorns. "Hello. My name is Delinne, for the ones who don't know me yet", and then walked to a place where she could stand without disturbing anyone too much. What could this meeting be about? Word count: 415 Walk, walk, walk. "Talk, talk, talk." Think, think, think. |
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