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There was nothing else. A burning desire to achieve smouldered aggressively, passionately as a vast percentage of her kin began in preparation for the tourney. On the other side of the spectrum, word spread regarding the placement of other unfamiliar names into positions of weight and responsibility, and Africa wanted so desperately to find work that might see her one day, blessed with the same (or similar) endowment. Although it was only in the last few days that Sohalia had revealed the enormously overwhelming tree of high-level ranks and their owners, the aspiring young mare was already determining in her mind where she hoped her future might find roost.
But so overwhelmed by all of her most recent learning’s was she, that a brisk and resolute shake was actioned suddenly, to wash all but the evolving rain from her waking conscience.
She had landed, like the many times before in a favoured gap in the forest. Late blooms struggled against the bitter Orangemoon frosts now, and Africa was saddened as her lowered lips caressed the bruises adorning their vivid hues. Such is life... she thought quietly, ignoring the bruise that her own heart now wore since the fright given to her most undeservedly, on only her second day exploring Helovia.
The rain fell steadily like an ominous grey cloud- though renewing and cleansing was its touch. Africa didn’t mind so much now, and the settled dust which had by now saturated her dapple grey hide began to wash away in thin brown-red channels, pulled down by the weight of gravity. She sighed, moving away from the pale spatter of flowers which filled her with so much joy. There was reason for her travel (alone, despite the very clear warning issued by Kri- Whoops). Cream eyes rose to scan the brim of shabby deadwood where it clung relentlessly across the lower half of great towering pines. Today; now, the intoxicating fumes emitted by the trees seemed only a light haze, diluted by the cold rain.
A minute bug, a midge perhaps bothered the sensitive hairs lining Africa’s soft black nostrils and she sneezed abruptly, the snort unavoidably loud through the pitter-patter of falling water; the drip-drip of trickling streams, cascading from the woody growth around her. As her eyes reopened hazily, the form of another had materialized; her apparently scrawny frame as stark a contrast in the glum weather as stars were, against a moonless night. Africa’s expression was warm, perhaps a little amused by the quite comical appearance of the bright hued stranger. Amiably she moved forward, closing the distance with muffled steps, though she paused like always, to allow her company breathing space and privacy.
“Hello, I’m Africa.” The words cooed through a fog of steaming breath. “Not terribly nice weather for a stroll.” She stated quickly, chuckling lightly at the obviousness she had chosen to point out. It was trivial though, and Africa was not deterred as she assessed the unusual looking horse before her, the quietness of her gaze unassuming and humble.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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