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06-09-2017, 12:11 PM
Play the music low,
and sway to the rhythm of love;
She debates whether or not to participate in the race, especially when she sees that same stallion that seems to have been everywhere already waiting. He’s muscular and has legs much longer than hers, as she is still growing, and Maude is quick to assume that the others joining the line up will, most likely, be stronger, faster adults as well. However, when she meanders nearer and peers down the raceway to discover it literally covered in obstacles and dangers, the girl decides that, while it is certainly more dangerous this way, it is also quite fair.and sway to the rhythm of love;
You can be the fastest all you want on footing like that; it’ll just break your ankle. Thankfully, with a precautionary pat to its brown surface, her bag of healing leaves is chock full, and ready to go, should someone do just that.
Stepping up to the line up with trepidation, she smiles at those alongside her awkwardly before looking ahead, waiting for the call to gallop forth with the rest of the North, and their various guests. Wondering, also, just how she’ll do, as she’s never run in a race before, Maude quickly finds her anxious excitement for the old man to call the runners into action builds all the more quickly the longer she waits, and, soon, her hooves dance restlessly beneath her.
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
