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The lemon drop filly practically danced on tiny, rose thorn limbs. Her teal eyes were alight with excitement—finally something fun was happening. Kis, with his strange smile but congenial demeanor was something, sure. But he was just too… well, too nice and boring for the filly. He smiled, laughed, gave out magical seaweed and magical gifts. But this, tiny black horned ram thing ominously wreathed in vibrantly red light, promised something exciting. The yellow pixie’s tail twitched as she bounded boldly forward, youth’s indestructibility clung tight to her smooth, lemony skin. Though she faltered only once, when her glittering eyes met his own, gleaming bright yellow stare—some semblance of self preservation rippling through her young mind.
But, naturally, the trickster shrugged it off, a grin crossing her freckled muzzle as she boldly stated, “A trick, definitely.” And she practically vibrated with anticipation.
But, naturally, the trickster shrugged it off, a grin crossing her freckled muzzle as she boldly stated, “A trick, definitely.” And she practically vibrated with anticipation.
Larue chooses a TRICK ;)
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