Klara had an audience. She’d bounced a few steps when she caught sight of her first attentive guest – a dark and grey boy – standing and watching her. A little grin teased at the edge of her pink lips and with sass, she tossed her head, flagging her little stubby pale tail at her hind and turning in a wide half-circle to point in his direction. She pulled to a halt still a sizeable distance of space from him and debated what she wanted to do.
The Peak was filled with foals, so Klara was no stranger to playing with those her age. She considered her options and thought charging toward him might provoke a fun reaction – he might get agitated and try to spar, he might get excited and turn it into a game of chase, or maybe he would be a tougher egg to crack and would just stand and stare at her some more. Her eyelids narrowed over her blue eyes and her lips stretched into a wider, happier grin.
Hey! Siz ikiniz!
“Huh?” Klara said dumbly, turning with a curious glance toward the colt now heading toward her… to them. She looked at the colt in front of her (still that slight distance away) and tilted her head. “You know that guy?” She had to lift her voice a little bit to be sure he’d hear her, but her bright blue eyes turned back to the stranger at his inevitable approach.
“Hey yourself! What were those words you said?”
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