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two atoms in a molecule (nephilim cont)

The girls’ gazes flicked to Al-Sarim at Nephilim’s question. Blunt as it was, they were intrigued to hear the strange man’s reply, though when it came it gave little away. For a moment it looked as if Nephilim might say something else, but he appeared to decide against it just as Al-Sarim began to speak again.

The stallion took a step towards Firethorn, closing the gap between them. He towered over the little red filly, and she tensed as he approached, wary of him but unwilling to back down. Instead, she raised her white-streaked face in defiance and stared him down with those mismatched eyes of hers.

My little bird, he called her, but Firethorn only scowled back at him as she held her ground.

Foxglove, meanwhile, remained behind her sister, only removing her worried gaze from the stallion for a moment to share a concerned look with Nephilim. Firethorn had always been brave, and had always been her sister’s protector, but Foxglove worried that her courage sometimes bordered on stupidity and that she was going to get herself or both of them into deep trouble on day.

Fortunately, today did not seem to be that day.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Al-Sarim announced his departure with an unfamiliar word and turned away. The thought of him coming to visit the Prairie was concerning, but both girls had confidence in their father’s ability to defend them if the stranger decided to make good on his promise.

It was his parting comment to Nephilim, however, that hung in the air as the stallion left them. Firethorn simply snorted as she watched him disappear over the horizon before turning back to her sister and the other colt. She had been too busy with Al-Sarim to take much notice of their interactions, though Foxglove would have blushed if she could. Instead, she settled for turning her eyes downwards with an embarrassed smile.

“Well,” Firethorn began. “That was weird.”

She pulled a face, which turned into an amused smile as she made to redirect the conversation.

foxglove && firethorn
LIKE TWO ATOMS IN A MOLECULE, INSEPARABLY COMBINED



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