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12-08-2013, 08:47 AM
Cypress was staring up at the glass, it's beauty undeniably different than anything she had ever seen before. She loved to watch it shimmer in the sun's light. Her mother once told her about how glass and sun can catch fire. Couldn't that happen? The sun hitting the glass creating spark? Or was fire just a myth? Cypress didn't know. All she knew was that it was a different sight than anything else she had ever seen. The mare had heard her voice after the few moments that passed them. A slight frown grazed her face. Uncertainty flash through her eyes, of Cypress and herself? Was she scared of the little one? Surely not. This mare seemed strong enough to defend herself. She shouldn't be scared of Cypress. She was weak. The mare's frown left her emotions, they turned to an ordinary expression upon her face. "Hello friend." The mare spoke, her words were soft, and kind. But Cypress knew better than to walk any closer to the stranger. The mare spoke once again, her eyes were cast down at the filly. "Do you like my wall?" Was it her wall? Did she make it? Of course she did! She must be someone of the edge. She didn't smell like the wild parts of Helvoia Cypress had seen. But she did smell different. Cypress wondered if it really was her wall. Should she ask? Or would it be rude? The little filly decided it was a no. It would not be rude. It would just be her asking a question of the wall. "How did you make it?" Her round eyes searching the mare's face for such an expression. An expression of anything. But she didn't see anything. Yet. |Ooc| No, you don't have to tag me! :) | ||
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