As Crash talked asked Apollo what he exactly meant, her ears switch forward. She would love to hear his answer. Her tobiano coat shined in the bright as she calmly stood there. Her white wings gently touched the soft dirt below her. The brown eyes of the mare looked beyond the two that accompanied her. The trees seemed endless, paths twisted and turned like a maze. Luck for her, she had wings. She would easily find herself out of here when all went away. She guessed that Apollo knew these lands, but what would Crash do. He was new here as well and he had no wings. It would be hard for him. She was not sure why, but she felt bad for those without wings. They would never be able to soar above the trees and feel the wing whipping their body. They could fly forever, for the sky was endless.
“Yes, what do you mean. If you would not like to share your experience, I can totally respect that.” Farynn spoke kindly. She could tell that whatever he meant was not a great experience for him. Although, some don’t like to share their bad experiences and she would not want them to feel uncomfortable sharing.
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