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Glasgows musical voice rang in his audits; He had gone the wrong way. A bellowed laugh escaped his ribs and he softly turned, flicking his mane and shaking his head with the breeze. It only took a few strides to catch up to the much smaller mare. Shortening his lopes he could easily canter beside her, verdent eyes eagerly watching the trees ahead. He darted beside her between trees and over brush until his lungs began to ache, and looking ot the small mare he could see she too was struggling. Breathlessly he laughed, shaking out his mane once again before he slowed to a gentle walking pace.
"dont worry!" he laughed, gaze finding hers "there's no way I can run all the way either" .
He was breathless, and the initial excitement was leaving him. Now he would relax and enjoy the trek to the Edge. Glasgow had asked him what else he enjoyed and he went deep into thought. So many things. "I love listening to the birds" he began. ""I love to climb to see views, I love to swim... lots of things!"
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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