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Själ
The sun was high in the sky when the filly came upon the sea. She had stormed away from the mare she was meant to call sister so fast that she had hardly given a thought to where she was going. By the time she had thought to check, she had traveled so far north that she thought she may as well just keep going, and so on the went. Finally, though, the land ran out and she stood looking out over the waves, which had somehow ended up somewhere far below her hooves, crashing against the rocks. She paused for a moment, gazing into the deep blue that suddenly mirrored the angry tears pooling in her eyes. It had been hours, and on she fumed, furious an humiliated at the way her entrance into her mother's empire had gone. With a shaky breath, she shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the errant thoughts of varnished roans and icy eyes, and turned west. She was determined to press on, to see where her new journey would take her; and so she traipsed along the cliffs, wandering through the wilderness until she came upon and even higher plateau. She first noticed it by its shadow, which began to envelope her as the sun began to sink, and when she looked up, she was startled by its height somewhere among the clouds. The princess continued along its base, following the line of rocks to her right until she came upon a path - and in the way of the path, a young, winged colt. She halted immediately, head tilted to one side in comic confusion, surveying him with a mixture of curiosity and disdain in her amber gaze. For one, she had never seen another creature her own age before; and for another, she had never seen anything her own size with wings. He didn't even have a horn. And his markings! How strange he looked, a little, winged, hornless colt, brown overlaid with a brilliant blue! She supposed, as far as colors went, his sapphire hues were quite lovely; but even so, he was, perhaps, the oddest creature she had ever seen. So with all the tact of a filly sheltered by a psychotic, lonely mother, she spoke. "What are you?" Talk. @[Zèklè]  |
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