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Inquiring upon her words, she felt that she had basically caught her foot in a log. Tell him about the dream or not? "Just a nightmare thats all." her words came quietly, almost nonchalant. There hadn't been a soul that she had bleed her heart over, her thoughts, her memories... Nipping at another blade of grass, she chose not to mull over the dream that woke her up last night. In fact, she was more concerned with the emotions awkwardly tumbling within her... as indecipherable as morse code.
Instead she stuck to his words... "A first?" she questioned, head picking up from the tasteless grass but not yet turning towards him. A soft nip touched upon her shoulder, startled her head whipped around to him, a hoof rose to clip him back until... She caught the soft smile upon his face and a smile broke upon hers as well. Swiftly her head dropped like an anvil, swinging as if caught upon a rope, teeth clipping lightly upon his leg.
Back legs kicked off, shoving her frame towards the mountain side as her front hooves lifted and came down. She raced away, feline tail slapping his side as she dashed across the frozen tundra. If anything, she knew how to play... a memory she held firm since she was a young filly, but had never had the chance to practice since. "Looks like I will be the one to lose you this time, come on Voodoo, keep up!" she called back, tossing her head towards him. Her mane pealed away from her side, bearing icey blues into full view.
"Myrah Speaks"
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[O] Northern Lights, Bittersweet Night
