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Lace
He turned to look at the babe as she spoke, giving no indication that her sudden appearance had startled him. Perhaps it was because being in the depths of the World's Edge made him feel safe and protected, or because he'd been so deep in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed, but it wasn't until she stood there, dark-pelted and breathless with curiosity that he became aware of her presence.
Any other time he might have grown irritated - really, he was growing lax if a child could manage to sneak up on him - but Lace didn't feel like throwing a tantrum tonight. Not more than he already was at least, silently and very privately. Instead he tilted the black-masked head in quiet contemplation and experimentally knocked another rock over the edge, as if to see if it would protest against the rough treatment.
"If it does, the rock does a very good job at not showing it" he said with the usual soft, deep hum. "Maybe it has accepted the pain as something inevitable... Life is full of it, after all." He looked back down at the filly, curiously taking in the feature of the little life as he tried to figure out who her parents might be. She didn't resemble anyone he knew - but then again, had he really known any of the horses he'd called family?
"What do you think would be worse, falling or landing?" he asked in return, quite eager to take his mind off his own gloomy thoughts. Engaging in philosophy with a child might do the trick - they never ceased to amaze him with their agile minds and untainted view of the world. Just the fact that this nightly moth stopped to consider the eventual emotions of a rock.... Absolutely fascinating.
@[Faeanne]
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