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The gentle nicker that reaches the mare makes her ears flick to the sound, before she lowers her head and turns her white striped face in his direction. His eyes have already strayed to the moon, and she is left to take him in shamelessly for the few seconds he is distracted. He is shorter than her, his shape not as thick and his legs without feathers, but she thinks him handsome all the same. She has never seen a coat like his before, and the sound of his voice is pleasant to her ears. When he finally looks to her and offers a smile, Phoebe can’t help but look away shyly, feeling heat spread across her cheeks and she is grateful that he cannot visibly see her blush.


“No, I haven’t.” she manages to say, but her voice betrays her with a small quiver of anxiety. Phoebe doesn’t want to seem like the naive mare that she is, or inexperienced. But aside from those within her family’s herd, she has not spoken to anyone else. Turning her face back up towards the moon, she hopes that by focusing on that, she could find her composure. But knowing that he is there is enough to keep the flame across her cheeks. “I wonder if it will ever look like this again?” Phoebe’s voice doesn’t quiver this time, as her eyes take in the moon.