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Xanthos couldn't hide the confusion that was surely spread across his face at that moment. Surely that couldn't be her name. The filly's reply to his words were all but strange, and idly he wonders if she might have misheard him, but that is not the case. One look into the grey's eyes told him that she was nothing like the rest, and whether it be in a good or a bad way, he could not tell. Still, it was somewhat unsettling, the way her amber eyes had flashed at him. The grullo begins to speak, but he is cut off before he can muster one syllable.
Strong, bitter winds brought forth a strange, yet somewhat familiar scent to the stallion's nostrils, and within moments he looks about, his eyes falling upon one of the strangest colored equines he has ever seen before. This particular unicorn was much shorter than any he had seen before, hardly comparing to even the filly in their company. At current, the two unicorns called the same place home, and he could swear he had seen this one fleetingly in the distance. The stallion's gaze is unwaivering, and Xanthos almost steps closer to the youngster standing not far from him, but the unicorn finally speaks. His words are almost more strange than that of the grey filly's, for he cannot figure out whom they are directed to, or why.
For a moment, he regards the pony's words thoughtfully. This seems not the time, nor the place to be discussing such things, but the other unicorn doesn't seem the type to appreciate being ignored. Exhaling softly, the grullo gives in to the stranger. "Perhaps," he answers at last, choosing his words carefully, "But are you not as well?" What he spoke might have come off as a challenge, and in truth, they were. "We all are."
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