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02-09-2015, 09:17 PM
I trot toward the gathering, following the footsteps of my father (though he doesn't know because Breccan and I are being quite quiet). Breccan follows behind me, making generally more noise than I do. But I'm the quieter one of the two of us. At three months old, we're bound to be boisterous, and I suspect that a few minutes more and we're going to explode with giggles and noise and all sorts of excitement. There is a big BIG stallion, a hybrid kinda like Mum and Breccan, but kinda not. He speaks to the large gathering of horses and I want to run around between them all, introducing myself, asking about them, learning all there is to learn. Cheska is here and I want to ask her to tell me more stories. I want to tell stories like she does! But no, I must listen to the big stallion. He tells us that he is going to make Helovia wonderful and beautiful again (was it ever not?), and that we must do some tasks as pairs. I turn to Breccan, nearly hopping up and down with excitement. "BRECCAN! Let's pair together, we can do the tasks as brother 'n' sister!" I'm excited to take part in some REAL Helovian fun! "" Tempe && @[Breccan]  |
