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S P I C E Spice had just returned from the tree. Her white splattered chest heaved with a new exhaustion. She’d flown for a long time. Back to the sea she once found a twisted shell on. The beach of Rhoa’s eye. She was exited once the beautiful sight came into view, landing at the edge of the brush. She’d had to land softer than usual, careful of the new trinket she wore on her neck. A vial of blood. It was purple, the glass surrounding it caught the light every so often, making her jerk back. The reflecting light was different, and she would have to get used to it. The girl was still thankful for the turtle gift, remembering the lighted tree, the little shelled creature sitting beneath. She soon finds herself tripping over her own hooves to get to the sea again. Though it had hurt her injured back ankle, she pushed that away. She couldn’t care right now. She couldn’t when there was such a beautiful sight before her, she wanted to scream and yell to the world that she loved this place. And missed her mother with all her heart and… and… Is there a guy talking to himself over there? Her eyes wander to the dappled man. He was talking to himself. Or so that was what it seemed. The girl un-knowingly decided to head towards him. Why not? She was not scared of this stallion. Why would she be? No. She was not scared because he was talking to no one. She wanted to see who he was talking to. Heading over, she catches sight of a horn. As blue as the sea. And Rhoa’s eyes… She smiles, her eyes dancing with the light of the sky and ocean. When in earshot, she called out in a tallyho of joy, surprised to hear so much energy in her own voice. “Hello!” The girl had been tired after her flight; and though she did not realize the cat beside the larger figure, she was oddly exited to meet this stallion. |
Gᴏᴏᴅ Gɪʀʟs Aʀᴇ Bᴀᴅ Gɪʀʟs Tʜᴀᴛ Hᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ Bᴇᴇɴ Cᴀᴜɢʜᴛ
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