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BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY
Darkness was there to be lit up, so the misty mare rolled in on her quiet, dancing toes, flourishing the command. She was followed by what looked like whiffling, transparent forms, small as mushrooms, that seemed to have gulped in too much thick fog, one dewy morrow: Will’ o wisps lighting up the path their creator had left behind. Above the misty mare’s head shone a thin coat of illuminating halo, leaking droplets like an angels’ tears, enlightening the foggy strands of crystalline hairs that pursued in a somewhat earie flow. While the magic streamed from the deep dark depth inside of her she swirled around like a whisper in the fog as the shapes of reminiscing ghosts spun around her – though it was only mist. "Tri~ck" she said with a tongue-roll that did not hide her intrigue, as neither did her sparkling golden eyes. BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY
TRICK :D
I hate to break it to you baby, but you're simply lost
