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Harmony smiled wide and looked at her mother.
" A race? Of course!!!! I am always up for one!"
Chuckling, she watched her mother situate the race. Harmony's legs urged to run, to just take off, and keep going with her mother. To live in Harmony with her. The thought made Harmony's smile deepen even more. It was such a pleasant feeling, of being loved by her mother. Maybe one day, she would feel this from a stallion, and start a family with him. She highly doubted it though, what kind of being would want to associate with this murder? She shook her dome, making her forelock sway to and fro, dancing in and out of her eyes, her vision was slightly obscured. Snorting, she whipped her dome again, forcing her long, sorrel locks out of her eyes, and over her ear. Part of her blessing still stayed on the other side of her dainty hark, but not blocking her view. Personally, Harmony thought her hair was something to be proud of. She was so young, but yet, her forelock stretched down to the tip of her scenters, her mane stretching down to tickle her muscular yet lean shoulder, and finally, her tail dragging behind her. It gave off and elegant feel, the curls and the length, also added to the beauty of the animal itself.
She chuckled loudly, her throat rasping as the pleasant sound rang out. The moonlight lit up her mother, made her look like she was glowing. Nodding, she trotted over, her dome high, to stand beside her mother. She smirked.
" Are you ready to be beat? "
She nudged her mother, smiling.
" On three, one.... two.... three!"
Harmony scrambled to grip the sand, she stumbled slightly as she took off. Her hooves made a loud patter as she flew across it. It seemed as if she was actually flying, her steps as light as air. She nickered joyfully and pushed on, urging her legs to carry her farther.
@[Antheia]
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