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#1


LACE</style>
before the sun sets
GLORY
</style>


Something wasn't quite as it should. A heavy frown drew deep lines around the nostrils and eyes of the silver-coated stallion as he plowed through the deep snows of the Meadow. The course was set towards the west and home as he returned from the Deep Forest, in foul mood and with too many things to consider, but the pace was slow - almost lazy, and he had to admit that he was dragging his feet behind him. Far away to the left the little dragon was doing her best to track down a hare that had been unwise enough to leave its burrow without checking the sky, though aside from a faint mental finger pressed gently against Fajira's mind he let her be, too consumed with his own musings to pay her much heed.

The problem was that it was winter. In such a cold and snow-swept landscape where the sun only lit a bare quarter of the day there was no room for warmth. It was very strange for him to feel like he did; hot, burning, as if something fiery and liquid seared his veins and raised the temperature of his skin. Lace had believed his unusual warmth to be nothing but the work of a thick wintercoat, but since when did fur make him hot enough to melt the snow if he stood still in one place for too long? Something was definitely wrong, and he would bet his tail that it had to do with magic. Bloody stinking magic that wouldn't leave him alone! A sharp flick of a tail expressed his annoyance over it, this mysterious force that apparently resided in his blood. Either that, or the gods were toying with him - neither options were very pleasant.

Now, the issue wasn't so much that he left a trail of sodden ground behind him where his feet had melted the snow and almost thawed the ground. No, it was more the raging, black hatred that lured somewhere in the back of his mind. It had come over him so suddenly that he'd been about to jump Huyana before he realized it was her, and the entire time on his way out of the forest he had felt as though he was followed. Branches had whipped his skin, roots risen to form dangerous traps... and one time he could have sworn that something pulled at his tail. Fajira had simply laughed and called him a sissy and Lace wished she was right... But if, just say if something was messing up his control over these dangerous powers? What would happen then once he came back home and began to mingle with the herd, filled with friends, foals and trees... The mere thought made the glazier shudder.

Continuing to mull over the more resent addition in his mystical arsenal, this peculiar heat that he'd never experienced before, the equine took to following the slithering path of the frozen river as it cut its way across the grassland. Taking his time to scrape off snow from the ground every once in a while, he slowly filled his stomach and tried to enjoy this first time outside the borders in such a long time. It was biting cold with a scent of snow blowing down from the north, but despite the chill it was quite a pleasant day. It didn't look like any greater storm was coming anytime soon, and as a pale winter sun peeked through the blanket of clouds on its way down it illuminated the snow, turning the world into a sparkling marvel of crystal and light.


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#2

Eyes wide, Sacre returned to the place of his birth with the silent knowledge that Aramis was not too far away. His father had taken a trip down from the mountains to sample some more strange foliage and Sacre had asked if he could go to the Thistle Meadow. He knew dad wouldn't say no and there was a part of the inky child that wondered if d'Artagnan almost wanted him to leave. Carrying on through the snows, half of his attention on the world around him and the other half wondered if the white stuff that plagued the land in winter stretched all the way across Helovia. Father had always told him not to go too far south and that it was dangerous to do so. Yet, the colt could help, but wonder why it was so dangerous? Where the bare heads and the pigeons really that scary? It made him want to know more and beg for one to appear before him. Though another part of him shirked away from the notion and begged to heed the words of his progenitor. There was so much of the world he hadn't seen and so many questions he wanted to ask.

The answers of those questions he could relay to Roux and together they could decide on the path they want to chose.

Boldly, he stepped through the meadow, not really remembering his first steps. Such a tender memory was easily lost in the myriad of life and the countless new things he wanted to learn. He didn't remember the minutes it took for him to rise to his feet and meet those who loved him for the first time. The boy just knew that this was a happy place, a place of beginnings and the one place other than the Basin he felt strangely safe. However, the further he walked the more it became apparent to him that he was not the only one here. Panicked, Sacre quickly looked around until finally his gaze rested on the form of a gold marked stallion that bared ... No horn. Eyes widened the child froze in indecision. If father found out he'd walked over to a bare head and spoke with them he would be furious. Though on the other hand Sacre wanted to know more about these strange creatures that his parents so despised. What made them so scary? With great determination and repeating the thought be brave, he walked over to the hornless animal with wild eyes and slow, cautious steps. His body ready to turn and run at any sense of danger.

Lips twitched and a boy's voice left them, untouched by stallionhood in its innocent sound. "Excuse me ... Who are you?" Sacre stopped a few steps away from the grulla with his ink and crimson ears twitching. Heart pounding in his chest as he wondered if the stallion would answer him. What if he didn't? What if father was right?! Plagued by doubts the little colt fell over his words in panicked apology. "Sssorry, please don't hurt me" came the pleading tones of a young raven colt who was simply confused by the world around him.
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#3


LACE</style>
before the sun sets
GLORY
</style>


The sound of crunching snow pulling steadily closer drew the attention of the grazing stallion. Noticing the approach of the young foal he didn't pay any heed but simply watched and listened, a black-rimmed ear locked steadily onto the small figure. It was a strange thing how he always seemed to attract lone kids. Whenever they had slipped off to make mischief it was always him who stumbled across them, and him who had to face the wrath of eventual parents. From Soleil and Crane to Hototo, Israfel and Ahriman, and now this youngster... Maybe he should give up on the career as glazier and start a nursery instead.

First when the boy addressed him did the silver-coated soldier raise his head, massive teeth grinding the dry grass thoughtfully as he regarded the tiny dark colt through amber eyes. Swallowing, he offered a slight smile that was only a little bit crooked. Ah, youth. He still remembered how it felt, being so brazen and having so little manners.
"Why would I hurt a foal like you? Relax, boy, you're not in any danger. Although, to make perfectly sure I suggest you learn how to use your words more wisely. Customs dictate that one should introduce oneself before asking for the identity of others."

Pausing for a moment the large stud ticked his ear in the direction of Fajira despite her being well out of earshot. He'd felt a surge of triumph rush through the bond, signifying that her hunt at last had been successful. Good. This meant she would stop complaining about her empty stomach. Silken white strands swished against sooted legs, and without letting pass that his thoughts for a moment had strayed Lace turned the gaze back to the colt. Taking in his features properly for the first time, it wasn't until now that the equine reflected on the appearance of the young adventurer. The colors of his coat were intriguing, dyed in black and red in a way that immediately drew attention to himself. He threatened to grow into a big and rather handsome stallion one day, but for now there was only so much charm to find within the lanky foal.

What piqued the glaziers interest however was the budding horn that protruded from the center of the little forehead, already twisting and turning a good few inches into the air. A unicorn. Red and black and blue-eyed... He almost reminded of Faelene, a thought that sent a sharp pang of longing and regret through his chest. Maybe this was her child, Lace wouldn't know. There were unicorns spread across the entirety of Helovia; there was nothing to suggest that this particular one came from the Basin of all places.

"In any case..." he continued, aware that the silence had become more drawn out than intended. "My name is Lace, bonded to Fajira. And who might you be?"

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#4

It was so hard for the boy to keep his legs still, to not turn and bolt away from the strange horse in front of him that he had been so determined to confront and yet so scared at the same time. If he shouted loud enough, maybe Aramis would be able to hear him, but the colt kept his maw shut and his eyes wide. He'd dared himself to come this far, walked straight into the den of lions, it was his duty to fight his way out. Determination set in his jaw, gaze still portraying fright, it was in this tense moment that Sacre almost jumped out of his skin when the stranger spoke tones that were kind on his ears. Though he did not miss the lesson the golden marked stallion was graciously taking his time to teach. He flicked an ear back in slight confusion, noting that he must state his own name in future and not be so reckless in his pursuit of others. Sacre gazed up at his hornless elder and timidly pulled a smile to his maw, breathing a little easier now that the fear of danger had passed.

So far so good, this equine didn't seem so bad.

"Sorry Sir" he said once again. It seemed he was to spend his day apologising for his own faults, but with endearing effort Sacre never made the same mistake twice as he finally managed to bring a full smile to his lips. The edges of it wild and boyish with eyes glinting in slight mischief, walking a little closer to the grulla stallion. Taking a little more interest in the appearance of the stranger, the boy noticed he was not quite as tall as his father, but their ages were similar. He had a strange looking spiders web across his face and the eyes of the stud were gilded like the pools Aramis had and Nonnie. Across the grulla's back was a dusting of gold and a tree marked a shoulder like the moons marked his father. Finally, his hornless abode was crowned in lashings of silvery white hair that were just like his mothers. Sacre had a tendency to liken things to those he had met before, finding small entertainment in matching the similarities even though he knew it was highly unlikely that any were related to this equine. Stopping once again, now hopefully just a neck stretch away from touching the spider stallion, ears twitched again to catch the others final words to him.

Lace.

Fajira.

Names he would remember and he shyly dipped his head, parting maw to offer his own title. "I'm called Sacre." Bonded. That was a word he had heard before and his head tilted as pools searched for another soul that would hold the name Fajira before turning back and narrowing his eyes. Yet, his tongue held as his mind reeled. Was it rude to ask of his bonded? Sacre wasn't sure and that insecurity tightened his lips on the matter as his mind leafed through the many other questions he wanted to ask. "You're an equine aren't you? Father says I shouldn't go near your kind, but you don't look all that scary to me Lace. If you don't mind me saying" he quickly added the last bit in, looking downwards in embarrassment and hoped he had not offended the kind seeming hornless by accident. Many more questions filling his young mind to plague him further with doubt, he didn't know if he should trust this stallion before him and logic would advise him not to unless he got to know him more.

Yet, the child couldn't help himself and his over inquisitive urges.
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#5


LACE</style>
before the sun sets
GLORY
</style>


It was surprisingly pleasant to see the youngling take his words to heart. It lit a warm feeling of pride within the chest of the elder stallion, one that had nothing to do with the abnormal heat that plagued his body. The smile on his lips grew wider as the foal apologized again, and he nodded in a rather serious greeting once the name of the colt was revealed. Sacre. A name to remember, as so many others he had heard. Would this too be nothing more than a fleeting acquaintance, a first meeting that also would prove to be the last?

Time would tell. For now it was enough to know that he didn't mind the presence of this Sacre as much as he normally would have. The curiosity and bravery he showed in approaching a complete stranger was commendable, as was the quick conclusion he seemed to make as he looked around for the second person to be introduced. Lace bit back a smirk and didn't say anything. Fajira could - and would - speak for herself if she wanted to, and he didn't want to disturb her in her meal. She was busy devouring the steaming meat of the hare, pearly teeth ripping and chewing with a pleasure that would have made him purr if he'd had the ability. No, it was certainly for the better that the colt didn't see her right now. He was on his toes as it was, and a blood-splattered dragon wouldn't make much of a good impression.

His smile, however, faded slightly once Sacre continued to ask questions. A faint suspicion began to grow, though the silvery horse kept them to himself as he looked back at the young boy - saddened, that such suspicion and prejudice was passed on so quickly. Where would the bloodshed end if the children were taught to hate before they had left their mothers sides?
"Your father said that? Hmm... He must care for you, to give you words of caution. And what do you think? I am indeed an equine, and you are a unicorn. I don't know about you, but I don't see that much of a difference."

He began to walk along the frozen river once more, slowly so that the youngster could keep up if he so wished. "I'm not going to say that your father is wrong to tell you to keep away from equines. I've heard many of my kind warning our children to stay away from those like you as well. There is much hatred in this world, Sacre, both justified and irrational, but I've found that it often stems from ignorance." The smile faded as he spoke and was replaced by a saddened look, a weary look stemming from the many long years he had watched the constant bickering of racists.

"It is a foolish thing to judge someone based on how they look. You never know what they really think, it is impossible to determine what a horse is truly capable of until you have gotten to know them. We are all different, and to say that these and those are bad simply because they have or don't have a horn is just... Well, I find it a bit... shortsighted."

He paused and offered the child a faint grin, hoping that his words wouldn't turn the boy against him. Fathers were a sensitive subject at that age. There was never anyone more admired, more feared and more loved. Lace knew it well, he had always looked up to his own sire; wanted to become like him, wished to grow as strong, as wise. A slight towards a father was like a kick in the face and to some it was just too hard to accept that the parent wasn't always right.

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#6

Sacre found his interest in the spider faced hornless increasing, he spoke kindly and considered each question the over curious colt gave. The answers were even more interesting and the young boy took on board each bit of advice, he didn't quite know what it all meant and some of it struck chords with him. Maybe as he grew older, he would come to understand more of the words that Mr Lace spoke. Sacre's opinion of the equine grew from prejudice hesitation to emboldened interest, what more did this creature know. Did he bleed red like he did? Did he sleep like he did? Did he have one beating heart like he did? Should he be frightened of the stallion before him who gave off no threat and instead offered a comfort in words, an education in life. Courage filled his slender bones and his heart was slowing back to a normal beating rate as ears twitched to catch Lace's next words, icy pools wide with anticipation.

For a moment, Sacre considered the question that was posed before him. What did he think? He followed his elder as he began to walk, bouncing alongside him with his face a mask of concentration. Instead, he remained quiet until Lace had finished speaking once again, in turn considering those words and slowly he came a decision on his opinion. Lips quivering, his voice starting low and gradually getting stronger. "It doesn't matter to me really. All I want is to create a safe place for my brother to live and I will do anything to achieve that." Came the boys voice, showing a determination rare in those his age, but Sacre had been born with this goal. He was still a small colt, but he'd seen enough of his brothers ailment to know what he wanted. If he couldn't fix Roux's eyes then he would create a place where no one could hurt him, a safe heaven until he did find a way to return his brothers eyes back to him. Lift the curse that should never been placed upon him in the first place. In short, he was beginning to feel less threatened by the hornless race, Sacre only wanted to know if they'd be a problem in his quest to create his safe world.

He thought on Lace's final words then, narrowing his eyes when the stallion seemed to suggest his father as being short-sighted. Sacre couldn't quite believe that, though the meaning of the word itself was a little hazy to him, so he didn't raise his voice in objection. Instead he tilted his head to one side as they walked, smiling faintly before finally replying. "My father would call you the short-sighted one, though I feel I cannot approach him and ask about these things that bother me. I am more comfortable in the presence of a stranger than him. I love him, I admire him and yet I do not understand him." Sacre struggled with his words, it was hard to say out loud what it was that truly bothered him about his father. Maybe one day he would see it and finally pluck up the courage to ask the questions he'd always wanted to ask.

The boy blinked then, surprised that he had admitted so much to someone he barely knew, further enforcing his words beforehand. His naive mind had not the strength to hold back his thoughts that formed into words, he just hoped that Mr Lace would not find him silly for thinking such things. Embarrassed, he turned away and viewed the meadow at large, turning over the many raging thoughts in his mind.
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#7


LACE</style>
before the sun sets
GLORY
</style>


The older stallion listened with marked interest to the words of the colt, admitting himself surprised at the maturity the young boy showed. The prospect of someone so young already having a goal set before him was impressive indeed, and Lace had to hold himself back as not to immediately inquire how he might help with this task. Instead he simply nodded, offering the black foal the honor of his full attention as he replied. And while he might have smiled on the inside at the youthful and oh so naive trust he was shown, not as much of a twitch of a lip betrayed it as he looked at Sacre, eyes warm and understanding.

"You are a brave foal, Sacre" he said softly as the embarrassed child looked away across the snow-covered meadow. "It takes courage to speak the words that hide in the heart, and even more so to admit that one doesn't understand the ones you love. Older horses than you couldn't manage it, and I'm not sure even I would be able to tell such honest truths." A dark nose reached out tentatively towards the tiny horse to nudge the woolly neck in a friendly manner, not quite sure if the boy would tolerate it.

Silently wondering who exactly this father of his was, Lace kept moving along the river towards the west at a slow pace, trying to push the uncomfortable heat and soreness of his body to the back of the mind. "What exactly ails your brother?" he asked after a moment of silence, only looking away from Sacre to throw an eye at the horizon, where the shape of a small dragon now was growing steadily more visible. Fajira had finished eating, and curiosity towards this new encounter was luring her back towards her bonded much sooner than she'd otherwise have returned.

"You better not be covered in blood and guts when you come here" Lace warned her silently, immediately receiving a mental equivalent of a snarky glare in return.
"Of course not. My scales are pristine, as always," she retorted, sounding so offended that the gold-backed stallion almost began to chuckle out loud.
"Of course. Be gentle with him, will you? I'm not sure if he's ever seen anything as beautiful as you before... Try not to dazzle him too much, my precious."

A purring cry came ringing through the air as she agreed, and in a rush of air and wing beats Fajira came into sight, glittering like freshly fallen snow as she began to circle above them. Lace kept his eye on the colt, half encouraging and half curious to see what his reaction would be to this magnificent - albeit small - dragon.

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#8
 But you feel blue sometimes
And you're blood bleeds red like mine
The grass is greener on the other side
What I'm saying is we're all alike
</style>



Sacre felt a thrill go through him when Lace's soft words proclaimed him brave. A blue eye flickered back to the grulla elder, but his face did not move lest he see the rather goofy smile that had now plastered itself across his ebony features. His heart was doing summersaults as for the first time the boy experienced praise from another. All his father gave him was a silent stare and an air of expectancy, he was his only able son after all, Sacre had no knowledge of his half brother. The boy finally looked back to the hornless when he began to speak again, ears intently forward to catch each word like it was an ending to the most unbearable cliff-hanger in the world. His gaze narrowed as he contemplated it, the child did feel proud that he could do something that older horses could not do, yet he couldn't shake off the feeling that it was somehow weak to speak of it out loud. "Do you really think so?!" Came his boyish tones again, this time coloured in disbelief. There were things he understood well for his age, the goal he wanted and an open heart, but Sacre lacked the sheer need to explore like kids did. He never felt brave. So those words were like someone lighting a fire in his heart.

It was then he noticed the outstretched nose of the equine and Sacre's eyes widened, in his unsurely he almost shied away. Shifting slightly to the side as he felt Lace's nose glance onto his scruffy neck. Nostrils flared, but he allowed the touch and was thankful when the stallion began to move again, the foal following cautiously behind. He was both intrigued and unsure of Lace, but nothing about the elder male showed hostility and Sacre couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for his raging emotions. It was the hard, complex things he grasped so well, yet these little things were troublesome for him to master.

Lobes twitched to the next question and the boys face visibly became more troubled. Roux's ailment. "He's blind. Though only during the day, he can see better than me at night." Sacre frowned at the ground before returning to look on at the stallion, a vibrant smile replacing his troubled features. "He can't see the world in colour like I can. He can't see how amazing those mountains are in the sunlight. There are so many things I want to show him ... Share with him. It's my job as his brother to change that and I will make it so we can walk together as equals."

With that the foal was simply lost in wild daydreams of finally fulfilling his goal, the two of them stop on top of the highest mountain to look out across the land of Helovia. No enemies because they had already defeated them all. No worries. He was too naive to think it was impossible and too driven to give up on it.

It was then he heard the cry and suddenly his face snapped skywards to catch the strange flying white thing. What the hell was that?! Sacre slammed to a halt, staring in disbelief at the creature above before his voice cracked and whimpered. "What is that?! Will it eat me, Mr Lace?! I think we should run!" He was already retreating slowly backwards, the boy was just a child after all and that was something he had never seen before.

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#9


LACE</style>
before the sun sets
GLORY
</style>


Soft woolen fur tickled against the velveteen nose as Lace touched the neck of the foal. It was a strange sensation that he admittedly wasn't used to. How could the black colt be so small? Was it possible that the petite boy one day would grow up to rival Lace himself if strength and skill, that these wiry muscles would begin swelling with youth and strength in only a few short seasons?

Almost as troubled by the experience as Sacre the gold-backed stallion withdrew again and offered the young unicorn a half apologetic, half appreciating smile as he noticed the tension in the foal. Eyes warmed even further when he realized that the other was smiling in pride, and made sure that his knowing wouldn't show on the features of the face.
"I do" he nodded and arched the muscled neck to keep his balance, as knees lifted high in order to carry him through a patch of piled up snow. "There's really not all that much of a difference between foals and grown ups you know. The only difference is that with age you get better at hiding how you feel and what you think. We still dream, love, fear and make mistakes like when we were young - it's just harder for us to admit it. It can be hard to understand sometimes, but real honesty and true bravery is a rare thing."

How long would it take before the pure honesty in those blue eyes disappeared? Days, seasons, years? How long before the excited expression turned into guarded curiosity, always alert while searching for signs of deceit and betrayal? Not long enough, Lace knew. Helovia was much too like Isilme in the way it made the children grow up too quickly. There was too much disagreement and too many burning feelings and clashing wills to allow anything else. The look on the crafter's face faded a little as he turned the head and watched his young companion talk about the brother. The hopeful determination in the voice of Sacre clenched around the heart of the elder steed, once again he wished for a way to help the boy make the wish come true.

But whether it was going to be possible... Lace didn't say anything, but there were several solutions to the ailment that came to mind right away. Both required the favor of the gods however, and he wasn't sure he was up to sending someone so young to the fickle deities of the lands. Not yet, anyway.
"I'm sure you will find a way" he replied instead, wishing he could be as certain and hopeful as he sounded. "You're young and strong... With a bit of luck and determination anything is possible."

Even as he spoke the sound of wing beats grew stronger in the cold winter air. The grullo turned the head and gave Fajira a glance before returning the curious gaze to Sacre, prepared to step in if the boy attempted to do something stupid. Lace wasn't really surprised about the reaction the glittering white dragon caused. While small the catlike lizard had an air of power and danger about her that would startle most that wasn't accustomed to the creatures, and even the best of horses would be careful around them without the bond. Trying to catch the eye of the frightened colt Lace remained where he was as Fajira began to circle around them, maintaining a distance of 20 feet from the ground-bound horses as a glittering blue eye fixed upon the smaller of the two. A trilling song spilled from the scaled throat, beautiful and eerie in its otherworldliness...

"Don't worry, Sacre, you are not in any danger" Lace said and came to a halt, body burning and aching but the mind clear and calm. "This is my best friend and constant companion, Fajira. We are bound to each other, soul to soul, and have been together since the day she hatched. She won't harm you anymore than I will."

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#10
 But you feel blue sometimes
And you're blood bleeds red like mine
The grass is greener on the other side
What I'm saying is we're all alike
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The words of Mr Lace had the young boy bubbling up with even more curious questions, but he managed to stifle them out of politeness and instead considered the words more carefully. His young mind trying to grasp topics that not even elders could fully understand. Love. Fear. Dreams. They were all familiar to him and yet he couldn’t quite comprehend the gravity of each, in his innocence he loved freely, feared openly and dreamed wildly. There was no limitations, the world hadn’t made it’s mark on him yet and it showed in his wide, eager eyes. He didn’t understand why it was better to hide his feelings, was there something he should be hiding them from? Lace was right when he said it was hard to grasp, perhaps one day he would think back on these words and finally figure out the true meaning of them. For now he simply continued smiling, gazing up at the grulla through warm, innocent eyes. "Then I will be the bravest and most honest stallion ever." He had chimed happily before ears twitched and his gaze turned harder at the thought of Roux.

"I hope you’re right Mr Lace." Was all he had said, Sacre knew his words meant nothing unless he did something about it. If one day he succeeded he would have to try find the grulla once again to thank him for all his words. The boy surprised himself about how much he had enjoyed their conversation, it was truly nice to be able to talk with someone about it and an ear that listens. He had already forgotten that the stud bared no horn atop his head.

Sides that heaved from fear slowly calmed when Lace introduced his friend, a small white dragon whose accessories were nothing to laugh about, blue pools drinking in her talons. Bravely, he took a few steps forwards with his petite head cast upwards with uncertainty and awe. This was the first dragon he had ever seen and he treasured the moment before a shaky voice quietly greeted her. "Hello Fajira." He wondered how many bonded animals there were out there? Was there others with dragons like Mr Lace? However, he didn’t have time to ask the questions that had already piled to the surface when a howl pierced his senses and he turned swiftly to gaze alertly behind him. Aramis. His visiting time was up and he suppressed a sigh of regret before turning back to the equine and his snowy bonded, smiling vibrantly as he had many times during their conversation.

"I have to go now, it was nice meeting your Mr Lace and Miss Fajira. Perhaps I’ll meet you again one day." With that he turned and galloped across the purple grasses of his birthplace, mind reeling from what he had learned and other topics to ponder. Innocent pools of bright azure glittered as he chased after the sound of his fathers guard hound.

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