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His form never strays until the black stallion heard a voice stir the wind. Flipping his head up to get his mane out of his eyes, Dragon stared down at the breathing form in front of him. ”Bonjour.” He also whispered, as though there was a child near, asleep. Moving carefully, he lowered himself to the ground by Alora, and nuzzled her cheek. ”You decided not to leave?” He added hopefully, pulling his muzzle away so he could look at her. This was not how the golden mare reacted, or how he reacted. But the black stallion quickly pushed the thought out of his head, and leaned closer towards her.

The overo mare looked healthy enough, but Dragon did not allow himself to judge if she was going to be okay or not. He would hang on to all the hope that was possible, but he did not dare press any further then that. His tail flicked as he waited for her response, enjoying the quite evening.

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