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I DON'T WORRY,
WORRYING DON'T AGREE
THINGS THAT BOTHER YOU, NEVER BOTHER ME!

“Ow! You bit me!” Talya blinked in surprise at the gold and white mare.

"You will forgive me for not wanting to leave you at the mercy of stallions, yes?"

“Huh?” A few more blinks. Talya had stepped a back away from the mare and was still looking a bit skeptically at her.

"The name is Enya, might I get your name?"

Before Talya could remember she was supposed to give her name when another gave theirs, a new conversational partner joined their group. Talya glanced at him and watched him while he talked, her pink-lined ears pointed on him and her gaze half-suspicious. Was he going to bite her too? He didn’t act like he was going to bite her. Instead, he spoke with a smile that Talya decided she rather liked, and it made her want to smile, too. Like they shared a joke that she didn’t get but could laugh at all the same.

Tinuvel? Talya had never been to Tinuvel before. It sounded magical.

“… I mean since she owns your fate now... you'd have to ask her to visit."

Talya frowned and looked from the blue-eyed stallion to the mare that’d bit her earlier. She… owned her fate? Like… controlled her very life? Was she a witch of some sort? Did she have some sort of powers? She didn’t look like a witch… then again, Talya didn’t know what a witch would look like. She’d never met one before.

Talya looked at the stallion again, then back at the mare. She stretched her neck, peering up toward the mare before she whispered, “If you’re a witch, please be a good one, okay? Not a bad one.” She was ill-equipped to handle an evil witch right now.

She pulled her head back and remembered the basics of conversation. “I’m Talya!” A happy grin. “Would you mind if I saw the mountains?” She asked the mare, because the stallion had told her to ask for permission. Even if Talya didn’t fully understand why, she trusted that she should do what these two told her to do. They seemed to know more than her anyway.