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No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure.

Some encounters are fated. Other times things happen purely by chance. Sometimes when to people meet, it wouldn't have been strange for sparks to fly, trumpets sound and the very earth heave and coil from the impact and meaning resting behind it. At least, if one considered the actions of horses to be the driving force of the world, the main purpose for which it had taken shape.

It was unlikely that anything like that would happen now. After all, they were but two young unicorns, mere mortals who's fates had yet to be decided. The future lay before them, but nothing they did would probably be enough to stop the sun in its path or make the earth crumble. Probably.
He sort of looked like he was expecting something of the sort to happen though, as a twitching ear and slight turn of the head revealed his awareness of her presence. The pace of the high strides slowed, the course altered every so slightly to bring the stallion more in her direction. From beneath a thick dark lock of hair a pair of unsettling eyes regarded the slender lady, shimmering blue irises against a light devouring blackness competing with her own in luminescent eeriness.

An ear twitched as she presented herself, and with only a few feet left to spare between them the gray youngster halted, cocking the handsome head back as he studied her. It was the kind of open, scrutinizing assessment that only someone very confident in himself could make, as if he weighed her on a golden scale where you didn't know what the counter weight was made of. He took in the built of the mare, slender and lither than his own, assessed the height, that came short if his with more than a hand. Eyes went to the blood-tipped mane and the spiraled horn on her head, took in the dragon without revealing either surprise, recognition or fear. Mercury lips pursed, the judgment fell and before the silence had grown uncomfortably long, the young rouge offered the stranger a small, lopsided grin.

"And if I answered that question, what would you do with the knowledge?" He cocked the neck backwards, jerking the long mane away from the shoulder; revealing a lightning-shaped mark so coldly blue colored that it was hard to spot in the light of the rising sun. "Would it change your opinion of me?" He slipped forward and reached out the nose toward the dragon perching on her back, curiosity apparently enough to make him disregard things like personal space.

Nor is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain.

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