Falls

It wasn’t long before the fillies’ mischief attracted attention.

Firethorn’s giggles died down as she watched Foxglove’s gaze wander behind her, and she turned to see what was so interesting at the sound of the quiet nicker nearby. To her surprise a spotted golden boy had approached them, his head dipped in greeting. He was older than them, but even the girls could see on his face that he was no grown man.

Firethorn eyed him somewhat suspiciously, but as he came to stand before them he seemed awkward enough to be harmless, so she cautiously exchanged breaths with him. Following her sister’s example, Foxglove pulled herself back up the bank and offered her own muzzle to the stranger.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, during which Firethorn shot her sister an amused look, but before she was compelled to take charge the boy finally seemed to find his tongue and introduced himself.

“Hey,” Firethorn replied simply, preparing to introduce herself and her sister too.

Before she could say anything else, however, they were interrupted by the heavy thud of hooves behind them. Foxglove jumped, startled, skittering around so that she was almost beside Nephilim, facing the direction of the noise. Firethorn was less scared, but she still span around in a flash, her mismatched eyes glaring accusingly at the source of their fright.

Another stallion had approached them – this one much older than them or Nephilim – and he seemed unperturbed by his brash entrance as the words streamed from his lips. They were smooth and poetic, but their eloquence fell on deaf ears when it came to Foxglove and Firethorn.

Foxglove remained quiet, still a little unsettled by the stranger’s boldness, but Firethorn looked up at him defiantly, standing her ground.

“What are you talking about?” she asked bluntly, frowning.

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