She looked at him, expectedly, he seemed eager to help, eager to comfort. The filly stood, shakily, and defensive of what he had suggested. Leave her? There? Her brows dropped in apprehension, stepping across her dame’s neck protectively.

"what if she wakes?” naivete clung in every syllable, hung in her mouth and rounded wetness to cross each eye. Her heart thumped at the explanation, her lips curling themselves in a deep frown as the wheels began their machinations of thought and comprehension. Too young, too sheltered but life had its way of coiling understanding in even the dimmest of minds. "oh." She uttered, feeling a shudder deepen as she crossed into his presence, pressing herself into his limbs and against his chest. It clicked and clattered, and her breath heaved as she leaned into him. "oh."

Promising herself to shed naught a tear, she held herself there, quietly considering the lonesomeness of the year to follow: the memories stolen, and the opportunities wrenched from her fingers. The stories, the night skies filled with legend and lore, the sunset and its’ telling of chariots and monsters. Her mother was gone, and with it went the joys of all she’d shared. Alone.

She was mostly alone.

She withdrew from the stallion so that she could lift her chin and look at him as she asked, "what does gnome mean?" a thoughtful expression bravely held to the cherubic expanse of her features, their softness hardened as her mother always commanded. "she said it before... before.."

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