A touch of wicked, A pinch of risqué,
Or your fairytale princess who could ask for more

The filly roved through the endless sands of her home her silver fleck scarlet eyes looking for something interesting. To her delight something did catch her eye. Something red and shiny was glittering in the sands at the bottom of the dune she was standing on. Her tail lifted high as she pranced easily down the shifting sand. Her neck arched as she trotted around the object making sure it wasn't something dangerous first. Her confidence grew with her second passing of the thing. She stopped her muzzles tensed nostrils quivering as she carefully lifted her right front hoof and pawed it out of the sand. Her eyes grew wide as a white stripped pelt bag thing came free.

She sniffed it curiously making sure it didn't smell like anyone else from the Throat. Of course she had no idea what everyone here smelt like, but she would be able to tell if a scent was fresh. To her pure delight she couldn't pick up fresh scent anywhere on it. Excitement boiled through her body as she turned her attention to the shinny Opal. Carefully the opened her mouth and reached for it. Her teeth closed around what seemed to be a handle as she pulled it out.

With a soft hiss a dagger fell free from the pouch. She laid it down carefully on the sheath and eyeballed it. It was twisted and looked wickedly sharp. Her heart hammered at the thought of showing her Apa what she had found today. She imagined his joy that she now had a weapon to defend herself with if she ever came face to face with an enemy. She grinned and carefully slid the knife back into the pelt sheath. Clumsily she tried to put the sheath on her leg, but it was impossible to do on her own. Snorting her frustration she looked up hoping to see someone that might help her.

A grey and red haired colt was slipping into the Sun God temple. She picked up her prize and trotted off after the colt. Surely he would be able to help her put it on, and she hadn't ever really spoken to anyone her own age in the Throat. Once she was at the entrance of the temple she paused and watched the handsome boy. He was about her age, with two spiraling alabaster horns and flaming red hair. She smiled and placed her prize between her hooves.

She watched him freeze with flowers in his mouth as if he thought their god's statue might come to life and attack him. Her dainty head tilted curiously as she watched him. She thought about yelling out a greeting, but that seemed rude. Maybe he was praying; she didn't want to interrupt that. So she waited quietly giving him what felt like forever before she finally gave up and cleared her throat. "Hello.." She suddenly felt nervous like, but not like the nerves she had felt when she had been face to face with the wolf. This was different, a kind that made her head lift up and her short white tipped tail to swish behind her.

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