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As she carefully progressed forwards, the green water sloshing gently around her pale body, there was another horse nearby, perhaps upstream a little, because as Liit moved forwards, there was the sound of soft splashing somewhere off to her left, the sound of someone else crossing the river to get to the other side. Glancing in that direction, the pale mare sees nothing more than a rustling of the trees as the other horse disappeared into them, leaving Liit to step up on the other side of the water in front of the old, intricate structure.
Moving forwards, her eyes still focused on the rotunda, she is suddenly entranced by the colours, and thinking that she was alone, she moved towards it. For a moment, there was a sort of silence that engulfed her, and as she finally drew her eyes away, she spotted the winged stallion, standing off to the side, seeming to conceal himself. For a moment they stared at each other, a confused and obviously apologetic look painted across Liit’s face, for she was entirely convinced that she had stomped into the stallion’s home and was blatantly trespassing in the face of the occupier. Then, there is another who also appears to be as enthralled with the colours that shone through the roof of the structure, and joined them, perhaps she too had been lingering inside the structure before Liit had stepped under it and she had simply gone unnoticed while the pale mottled mare had been entranced in the colours.
Still staring awkwardly in the direction of the winged stallion, she wonders if he is tucked away to the side in order to watch her or the painted mare without being noticed, at least, before they had stepped under the colourful veil of the rotunda. “Were you watching us?” She asks for the benefit of knowing for herself and for the painted mare that is now on the same side of the structure as her, perhaps hoping to clear the air of suspicions before they all went about getting to know each other.
