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Africa’s bubbly personality overflowed with the foolish, credulousness of youth- yes. Eyes sparked perpetually with wild, untamed enthusiasm; her humble tongue spilling untainted, defiant optimism- yes. Mind was a teeming lake of vivid fantasies and inexhaustible dreams; her brain a vessel, yearning constantly, with an insatiable appetite for knowledge, for understanding- yes.
The young dapple grey Pegasus was indeed the quintessence of each of those qualities, and while her light-hearted and childish facade emanated sickening bliss perhaps every hour of every day, tarnishing notches had been drilled into her belt of life experience. She was a fool it was irrefutable, with a primitive emotional structure that was easily sidetracked and influenced. But with her simplicity came a natural impulsiveness, intuition to rival the most trained villain- or murderer, and her cupped ears followed this murderer’s circling path closely.
She wasn’t frightened so much as puzzled by the archaic lustful hunger spewing unrestrained through his mostly creepy expression. Africa’s peaceable eyes remained narrowed, and she peered cautiously at him always, through thick black lashes beaded with shimmery droplets of water. The stallion, whose dappled coat was very much darker than her own saturated cloak of white and grey, did not answer her and she sighed, unenthused by his lack of social etiquette- or rather, the social-retardation that seemed to occupy his monotonous, constant sneer. It was not often that her patience was tested, and while she shrugged the frustration with the cascading streams of water from her shoulders, Africa couldn’t help but be bothered by his tactless manner.
“I’m getting cold...” She muttered, glancing beyond his slinking frame as he passed by the raging stream again. He was losing her focus, her interest, very quickly. “If you’re going to be boring for the rest of the afternoon I would rather just go home.” Africa offered a fleeting, genuine smile, an assurance to both herself and him, that she was not being rude or obnoxious- not like he was. This green-eyed stallion was the first encounter she had ever had with insanity, and although she could not have realised his disease plagued mind, she found his company unnervingly tiring and awkward. She flicked her tail, waiting with baited breath for his to shed the charade.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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[O] It's Raining, It's Pouring [Shajake]
