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Unfortunately, Kimber never claimed to be lucky. The sound of hooves followed by a nicker halted the painted girl in her steps, her head swinging around to spy another girl around her age quickly approaching. Her offer causes a snort to escape Kimber’s ebony nares, making her ears briefly flick back. But before she could answer some quipping remark to hide her embarrassment at getting caught, another close to their age approaches. Apparently no stranger to the girl as he says her name.


“I did not think myself to look so pathetic to get offered so much of this help.” The filly replied, though she could not help but notice how handsome the young man was. Her detest of their presence was enough to keep her face from giving away her interest though, blaming it solely on the season for her to even notice. Although, with closer inspection, he carried many similarities to her red knight if one could get passed the coloring.


“My name is Kimber.” She said, since the young stallion had given away both of their names. Although, if she had known they were both rulers and capable of taking her freedom, Kimber wouldn’t have stuck around long enough to utter even a single word. “Are you a son of Bjorn?” She cannot help but ask, her gaze scrutinizing over his pale face. Kimber had never been known to hold her tongue, and with her curiosity, this was no exception.