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Although Rodrigo towers above me, I still feel as though he and I are equal in some way. Perhaps it is due to his kind and relaxed demeanour, or perhaps I just have an inflated opinion of myself. Either way as the conversation progresses, I feel more and more akin to the big bay brute. He addresses me as Miss, something no-one has ever done before, and as I stand here feeling rather mature and important, he answers my question. I find it hard to believe that a horse his size could have ever be my height, or even my age for that matter. In my young mind it is unfathomable to think that adults have ever been anything other than just old and boring.
I open my little maw to state that I think he is lying, for in my eyes he is much too old to have ever been young, but he interrupts me with another question. Where is my mother? I don’t really have a straight answer for that. She has to be somewhere nearby, but given that I have spent a good part of the day lost in my own meanderings, I suppose she could be anywhere. ”Well” I say rather matter-of-factly ”I climbed that mountain over there, that really big one. It was really steep, but I made it to the top. It was easy” I stumble off topic for a moment. ”But when I came back down Mother was gone. And it was dark” I add, trying to convince both Rodrigo and myself that I am unfazed by this dilemma.
”She has probably just gone home and left me here. She does it all the time, she knows I can take care of myself” the lie falls a little too easily off my tongue. The truth is that this is the longest I have been without my mother. Normally the white clad dam is always trailing me, watching everything I do and keeping me away from the rest of the population. She says it is because we are occupants of the Crossing, where lots of different horses come and go and where anything could happen to me. I think she would be different if I had grown up in a normal herd, like the ones I am told occupy the other islands.
ten months }{ smoky black based grey }{ homeless
FALLO X CAESISUS
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