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Kianzo
The night with it’s darkness found favor in the colt. Where most foals were borne with an innate fear of the night and its terrors (mother nature did somewhat try to endow her children with some survival instinct), such a fear did not find purchase in Kianzo. No, he felt alive in the night.
A steady, heart-beat driven tick of his dark, foal-fuzz tail accompanied the quick, lanky trot of dark legs through the moonlit night. His bright blue eyes flashed ever so often as he glanced towards the star-studded sky. Despite his ingrained comfort in darkness, he was in small parts appreciative of the light given by the evening’s celestial bodies so that he cold actually see.
He moved alone—for it seemed sister was more interested in other foals (this phase would pass, he
Such thoughts were interrupted when his scanning eyes were drawn to another bright body in the night. This was a unicorn, pale with cool highlights and vaguely familiar. His bright blue eyes narrowed, small body slowing for a moment as he tried to see who this mare was.
Slender, dark legs suddenly strike out onto the icy snow in a gracefully gangly canter as realization hit him. Zyanya! a mare who had greeting he and his sister properly when she came into the Basin. His fuzzy, black-rimmed ears swept forward as his glare pinned onto her pale body.
“Zyanya,” his young but deep voice called across the snow, slightly eager to be near another who may be swayed by his antics, “Why’re you out here at night?” His body slowed as he neared her, intensely blue stare aimed at her face.
You must know darkness before you can know light.
@Zyanya
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