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Ingrid was grazing by herself, she didn't feel particularly inclined to stand near any of the other groups around. The members of her herd were intimidating, most were larger than her, and some had shiny armor and glowed and were adorned with weird things. What if one didn't feel like talking and decided to blast her with fire?
The thought sent a shudder down her spine. She had no interest in becoming barbecue, she was far too young to be turning into her mother. That wasn't supposed to happen until she was mature, and a little more okay with being cooked for dragon dinner.
Then she heard something. Ingrid's head snapped around. There was a black unicorn mare calling for somebody. Me? She looked over her shoulder. Nope, nobody behind her. It meant the mare must be talking to her. Ingrid headed over, picking up a bouncy trot. "Hi there, did you say something to me?" she asked, pricking her ears forward.
@Akumi
