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don't get lost in my lyrics
you won't find your way out Ah, so there was a northern herd! Aisling had heard mention of one a time or two, but it seems that Johnny would be the first she had met of that tribe. She had thought quite a bit on the social organization of Helovia as of late, wondering vaguely if one of the herds might make a pleasent change. True, she had always had a case of the wandering hooves, but the lack of social interaction when one wandered alone was starting to become more tiresome than he imagined staying in one place for a while would be. She had the Whatch, but a secret society was not so apt to fill the void that a lack of friendship of family left behind. Maybe this Basin would be worth a visit if Johnny would be there to greet her. He was such a merry one, and a wonder for how easily he brought a smile to her face. Happiness and good cheer shone from him and made everything around brighter. And such sillyness, she thought when her declared himself to be made of peppermint. She giggled, giddy as a filly at the mirthful pronouncement and let herself roll to her side so she could reach a hoof to push playfully at his side. “Faith! I’ve never heard such foolishness! Made of peppermint…” she rolled her eyes when he flicked over his tail and offered a taste. Rolling onto her belly, she scooted right up next to him, not to taste his tail but to bring herself along so she could look down at him. “Now, you flick your tail at girls like that and your going to get it pulled one of these days.” The efficacy of her scolding was greatly diminished by the playful grin. To illustrate her point she reached down to tug at the little stallion’s mane, taking a lock near the middle and giving it a soft tug. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in surprise, dropping the tendrils that did indeed taste like sweet sprigs of candy floss. For a moment she was speechless, all astonishment before closing her eyes and bashfully tucking her face into her chest, to muffle yet another fit of giggles. "." @Johnny |
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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