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You don’t quite know how you wound up here; it is not your usual cup of tea. A giant pit of fire? No thank you. Nevertheless, here you are, standing in what feels like the most oppressively hot of summer days despite the snow outside. Perhaps it is morbid fascination that draws you closer, or perhaps it is the voice in the back of your mind that eggs you on, mocking you for your hesitation, but either way, you are soon at the edge of the chasm. Sparks fly up from the void, and for a fleeting moment, you are mesmerized by their beauty. If only they were something you could tame, those bright little embers—they’d look marvelous in your hair.
Two seconds later, you take it all back. You almost choke on the hot air as you turn your head and stare straight into the eyes of a mare whose hair is literally on fire. Instinctively, you stumble backwards, hooves clattering on the rocky ground, eyes wide. What are you supposed to do in this sort of situation? Help her? Run? Your pride won’t let you run, but you’re not exactly all that eager to help someone who is currently being engulfed by wicked-looking flames either, so for a moment you just stand there, staring. It is then that you realize that this stranger doesn’t seem all too disturbed by the fact that she is on fire. What is going on here? Your eyes narrow, and you regard her suspiciously. Is she trying to play with your head? Since she continues to stand there, and the silence around you is characterized by a distinct lack of screaming or shrieks of agony, you decide that yes, she must be doing it just to unnerve you.
She may have seen you take a few steps back, but you won’t give her the satisfaction of mentioning her hair. You pull yourself together and walk back towards her and…what’s that next to her? Some sort of disgusting albino reptile? The creature’s presence almost makes you shrink away, but it is too late—you’ve already begun to approach her, and there is no turning back now. “Good morning,” you say, pleasantly enough, fighting to keep your eyes on her face, not her hair—you won’t let her little game impress you.
@[Adele]
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