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Larue...
Relief is swift and sure through the lemon drop’s tiny, yellow freckled body. Her teal eyes, which had squeezed shut at the impending doom of Albrecht’s rapidly approaching hooves and teeth, slit open and peek up at him. She squeaks as she finds him this close to her, realizing that she had just barely missed a beating—or, at the very least, being crashing into by the large, bony old stallion.
She wasted no time in sidling to the side, releasing her haunches from being trapped against the gnarled trunk. “Okay,” was his reply—though the dark rasp of his voice makes her relieved candied eyes dart up to his angular, horned face. A slight frown crosses over her pert brow—though any further investigation of the man’s intense face was halted by her survival skills (hah).
So, with a quickly flicking, dark flaxen tail, a jumble of words left her lemony lips, “The hot springs, the mud there! If you smear it on, it stops the itch!” And, not wanting to stick around any longer than necessary and risk her candied, sour hide, she turned tail and ran, thankful for her escape.
She wasted no time in sidling to the side, releasing her haunches from being trapped against the gnarled trunk. “Okay,” was his reply—though the dark rasp of his voice makes her relieved candied eyes dart up to his angular, horned face. A slight frown crosses over her pert brow—though any further investigation of the man’s intense face was halted by her survival skills (hah).
So, with a quickly flicking, dark flaxen tail, a jumble of words left her lemony lips, “The hot springs, the mud there! If you smear it on, it stops the itch!” And, not wanting to stick around any longer than necessary and risk her candied, sour hide, she turned tail and ran, thankful for her escape.
...pucker up
@Albrecht sorry this took me so long! Since this is older, I thought it would be a good place to end it!
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