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"What are you doing?" She whispered through tight teeth. A patch of sweat collected on the base of her neck, below her thick mane. If it was this hot already, she might be sorely tempted to figure out a way to roach her mane come Tallsun as often had been done in the past. Faint chill gripped her, and she swallowed back the wave of stale memories. All the while stretching her pillars further, lengthening her body to continue through the cut brown, unknown paths of the forest. The sun may have been hung above, she found there were dark enough places here.
Nothing. Nostrils ended their quivering, and she let out a deep snort, while shoving off onto another less traveled spot. You won't find anyone. The doubtful thought kept clinging to her, like an old friend seeing her fruitless actions, and trying to tell her better. Where was her real friend? Tolio, what a sigh it brought from her lips to think of him. She did not want to bother today, still afraid to make his life entwined with hers a more fabricated mess. No, he was better doing his own dealings. After all Faelene had a faint idea what she was doing, combing the globe for interest. Whether a prospect for the Basin, a new face, or something she had never seen she would take any.
Right now,she actually was not far from the Threshold, but could not bring herself to drag around therd, desperate for a single Unicorn. Yet, something pricked at her, knowing if she kept this single wandering the thoughts that echoed in her mind might seem less of her own. Or she might find herself searching for a spotted Pegasus. Faelene was a bit to proud to admit what was really brushing her heart. Lonely, would not be what she named the emotion, but finding someone wouldn't exactly break her heart or wreck her plans. She was after all searching for someone, only she couldn't say who.
Argh...there had to be some one in this god-forsaken land.
Red cords beat at her haunch, and she begins to work up a slope. She was hardly quiet in her efforts, her heavy hooves beating the ground in a quick piece of rough music. She saw some squirrels, perhaps even birds shoot curiously higher up the trees, wondering why she took so much effort to rise upon the small crest. When she made the final clip she took rest, as her breath was harsh, and she had wet lines across her black chest. Silver eyes taking it in, she began to wonder if she was lost. All of it looked quite the same, and the tightness of her lung's cage would seem to tighten.
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