calmness is the cradle of power "I can't say I blame you. Wings must be cumbersome here." "You have no idea." I sighed and my wings loosened a little from their tightly folded position at my sides only to be tucked in once more. I remember being thankful that he didn't tease me about being stuck in a bush. Ros would have teased me for being stuck in a bush, but I guess it would just be payback for when I laughed at her for getting her horn stuck in a tree. "Stuck in a bush! Happens to the best of us." Know how I mentioned that fourth way that I'm not like Momma? This was proof of it yet again. I didn't startle at the sound of her voice, probably because she didn't sound threatening and when she finally stepped out where I could see her she didn't look threatening. She just reminded me of how embarrassing it was to be stuck in a bush, of all things. Inadvertently I wondered if it would be more embarrassing to be stuck in a bush or stuck in a tree. She then spread the feathers of her wing facing me and I could see the sticks that were stuck in there, but she didn't appear to be missing any feathers. Stupid bush. I tore my gaze away from the mare's wing and looked up at the ginger stallion when he spoke and I wondered if he and the mare knew one another. I stared back and forth between the two for a little bit before I realized that it was my turn to introduce myself and I grinned again, sheepishly. "I'm Ranjiri." I said. "But you can call me Ranji. Or Jiji." Jiji was what Ros called me, but I didn't think it would matter if someone else called me that. "Do you two know each other?" No one could blame me for being curious. |
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