a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be
The filly's mind was somewhere else entirely for a minute -- her thoughts piecing together what a mountain cat would look like, in the snow on the alps of the Tinuvel island. She had been told about the mountain lions on her own home, but had never seen one before. As such, she was enthralled by the idea of giant cats that liked the high elevations as much as she did.
But Ruger was leaving... She could daydream about cats any day. So the stout, dark-colored filly shook her head wildly and trotted after the painted stallion.
Luckily her pouting face worked, it seemed, not just on mares but stallions too. The young filly perked up immediately when Ruger agreed to take her to the meadow. All she knew was that the meadow was big and wide and full of grass and flowers, in the warmer months. She knew other horses congregated there. Her tuft of a tail swung wildly around her rump in excitement. But then Ruger kept talking... It seemed his escort came with a price.
Wasp stared up at the stallion with skeptical amber eyes. "Stallions aren't allowed in the Peak." She said firmly, which was half-true. There was the occasional male visitor or captive, like when Oswin won Ernesto in battle. Or Wade, Jetta's young son who was born there. But Wasp knew her mothers and her Peak sisters would no doubt frown upon her if she brought back a strange stallion to their home. "But maybe if I say you're my friend..." Wasp thinks out loud, her face smushed together as she mulls over this idea. There was a lot that could go wrong, of course, but the young filly decided not to concentrate on those parts.
"OK. Let's go! The Meadow first!" She hollered, launching her small body into a half-rear and galloping several strides ahead of him, totally unaware of which direction would lead them toward the meadow.
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