"Is it different?" I shake my head back and forth slowly before explaining to him what it exactly is. "It is quite normal, and burns. I can turn it on or off whenever I want. I'm not anything special because I have it. There are many other horses with cooler magic in my herd. Perhaps you'd like to meet my herd?" Oh yea, I'm very subtle about it, but maybe I can try to get him to join my herd. In the World's Edge, you don't have to be extremely social. The only mandatory thing is meetings, but those aren't very often. Plus, you just have to be there... you don't have to talk. "My herd is very friendly, and they won't hurt you... only mean horses do that. I assure you, I'm not mean and almost all my herd isn't either." I reach forward with my muzzle to touch it against his shoulder, almost as if saying 'I promise', or maybe I did it to comfort him and support him.
I am not sure, but something told me to do that action.
ooc:; bad post, sorry! <3
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