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There was a mare there, right then. And she hadn't expected that. At all. The mare had exclaimed a kind of sorry that was loud, although there was real sincerity there. Spice smiled, but when noticing the large red Mara on her. The thing looked the Gaucho's dark follower, but this one had wings like her. What was this thing? It looked scaly...
This could only be one thing...Dragon. It was a dragon! Spice was overcome with a new fear, staring in awe at the creature. She hadn't even noticed that the mare seemed to be staring at her own wings in a weird way.
It was the staring that made her feel suddenly uncomfortable. When she noticed that they both seemed to stare at two different things about each other, she felt a bit uncomfortable. So, she decided to speak. Going with her regular approach. Kindness and thoughtfulness.
"Hello! I am Spice." She said in a kind voice. The fog that had been surrounding her moments before seemed to disperse, leaving an open space just big enough for the two -three- of them in the clearing. Although...the fog seemed to blend into the light mauve splattered mare. Threading itself around her legs and around her. The dragon perched on her made her form even more ominous.
"I..I like your...dragon..." Spice stuttered, giving a glance up at the red thing upon the mare's back. Spice swallowed, it's eyes gave her a little chill in her back. But she shook it off mentally, this mare should be able to control it if it happened to jump at her. And anyway, the mare seemed nice and she couldn't think of anyone else who would be so worried as to bump into a little filly.
She imagined anyone else actually not even seeing her and bumping right into her. This mare had that aura about her. That calm and serene thing. Spice nodded to herself; yes she was careful and kind and calm.
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When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
There was a mare there, right then. And she hadn't expected that. At all. The mare had exclaimed a kind of sorry that was loud, although there was real sincerity there. Spice smiled, but when noticing the large red Mara on her. The thing looked the Gaucho's dark follower, but this one had wings like her. What was this thing? It looked scaly...
This could only be one thing...Dragon. It was a dragon! Spice was overcome with a new fear, staring in awe at the creature. She hadn't even noticed that the mare seemed to be staring at her own wings in a weird way.
It was the staring that made her feel suddenly uncomfortable. When she noticed that they both seemed to stare at two different things about each other, she felt a bit uncomfortable. So, she decided to speak. Going with her regular approach. Kindness and thoughtfulness.
"Hello! I am Spice." She said in a kind voice. The fog that had been surrounding her moments before seemed to disperse, leaving an open space just big enough for the two -three- of them in the clearing. Although...the fog seemed to blend into the light mauve splattered mare. Threading itself around her legs and around her. The dragon perched on her made her form even more ominous.
"I..I like your...dragon..." Spice stuttered, giving a glance up at the red thing upon the mare's back. Spice swallowed, it's eyes gave her a little chill in her back. But she shook it off mentally, this mare should be able to control it if it happened to jump at her. And anyway, the mare seemed nice and she couldn't think of anyone else who would be so worried as to bump into a little filly.
She imagined anyone else actually not even seeing her and bumping right into her. This mare had that aura about her. That calm and serene thing. Spice nodded to herself; yes she was careful and kind and calm.
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