Just close your eyes, the sun is going down
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now
Come morning light, You and I'll be safe and sound

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It’s hard to imagine that Vanille will ever lose the bounce in her step, and her joyful ways. For her youthfulness is as much a part of her as the black tips on her ears, something she was born with, and something that will stay.

Her dozing was forgotten as she saw the golden mare making her way through the white frost. She was very pretty, tall and thin but her sides puffed ever so slightly and Vanille wonders if the mare is with foal. It would be rude to ask, she decided firmly and nodded her buckskin head as the mare got closer.

“Hey!” She whinnied as her breath turned into steam in the cold air. “I’m Vanille, and this snow is GLORIUS!” She twirled in the snow and reveled as it touched her body. She had not seen much snow in her lifetime. Born in the lagoon, alligators had been a much more common sight than the white powder.

“So” She pranced up to the mare and circled around her happily. “Have you met Solgar?” She chuckled and thought of the serious man who had found her in the commons. “I’m glad he brought me home, he seems so kind, generous, maybe a bit quiet but oh - pardon me I realize I was rambling.”

Vanille stopped to take a breath. Her mother used to get so angry with her for speaking but then again, her mother got angry if a bird looked at her the wrong way.

Vanille
hold onto this lullaby

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