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Larue
”Larue!”
The lemony-filly winced at the tone of her mother’s voice.“ “Crap,” she muttered under her breath, flaxen tail that was slowly replacing foal-fuzz flicked at her rose hocks. Lemon-freckled face rose from the hole she was widening with her small, candied hooves.
Quickly, the mischievous girl swept dried grasses and twigs over her most recent favorite pastime: digging holes to trip unsuspecting unicorns. She knew mother would scold her for this, exasperation and disappointment on her angelic, prim-and-proper features. At the meeting, Rue had thought her mother cool for being appointed head spy. But now.. Now she was back to boring ol’ mom. Always telling her not to do the things the filly found most fun in.
Bounding away from the tiny pit she had dug, she headed in the direction of her mother with nothing but pure innocence plastered on her yellow and pink face. It was harder to mask the triumphant and mischievous gleam in her bright teal eyes, however. “Yes, mama?” her sweet, sing-song voice she had inherited from her mother called as she trotted pertly up.
Her candied ears were perked, though she slowed as she saw another near her dam. He was a dark beast, with two sweeping horns. Her gaze was assessing—he didn’t look like one who would take kindly to one of her pranks. So she would have to be sure she wasn’t around when he fell into one of her traps—though that took most of the fun out of it. What good were tricks when she wasn’t there to see them work?
“Who’re you?” her neck craned up to look at the man who was so much taller than her mother and herself. Though he wasn’t truthfully that tall, they were just that short. Cheekily she waited, bright eyes darting from mom to stranger. Vaguely, she wished her dad wasn’t so sick from Tallsun’s heat. He was far more willing to play her games than mother.
The lemony-filly winced at the tone of her mother’s voice.“ “Crap,” she muttered under her breath, flaxen tail that was slowly replacing foal-fuzz flicked at her rose hocks. Lemon-freckled face rose from the hole she was widening with her small, candied hooves.
Quickly, the mischievous girl swept dried grasses and twigs over her most recent favorite pastime: digging holes to trip unsuspecting unicorns. She knew mother would scold her for this, exasperation and disappointment on her angelic, prim-and-proper features. At the meeting, Rue had thought her mother cool for being appointed head spy. But now.. Now she was back to boring ol’ mom. Always telling her not to do the things the filly found most fun in.
Bounding away from the tiny pit she had dug, she headed in the direction of her mother with nothing but pure innocence plastered on her yellow and pink face. It was harder to mask the triumphant and mischievous gleam in her bright teal eyes, however. “Yes, mama?” her sweet, sing-song voice she had inherited from her mother called as she trotted pertly up.
Her candied ears were perked, though she slowed as she saw another near her dam. He was a dark beast, with two sweeping horns. Her gaze was assessing—he didn’t look like one who would take kindly to one of her pranks. So she would have to be sure she wasn’t around when he fell into one of her traps—though that took most of the fun out of it. What good were tricks when she wasn’t there to see them work?
“Who’re you?” her neck craned up to look at the man who was so much taller than her mother and herself. Though he wasn’t truthfully that tall, they were just that short. Cheekily she waited, bright eyes darting from mom to stranger. Vaguely, she wished her dad wasn’t so sick from Tallsun’s heat. He was far more willing to play her games than mother.
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