a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be
Wasp's gleeful smirk only widened as she watched the painted stallion join in on her fun. She whinnied wildly to him, kicking up her ankles, and prancing through the tall grass with high, bouncy strides. All the while, her little tuft of a tail spun round and round over her rump.
Her smile remained plastered across her face even as their energy calmed and the two began to graze nearby. Wasp enjoyed watching the stallion. He seemed so calm and relaxed, as if there was nothing in the world that could bother him. This behavior was a breath of fresh air after living under the scrutiny of her nervous and paranoid mother. The more time she spent with Ruger, the more she began to appreciate his company... and perhaps their budding friendship.
Two dark ear lobes flick forward at her poll as she waits eagerly for Ruger's answer. She mulled over his response for a while. As far as she knew, the view of the islands from the top of the Peak was spectacular. But the young filly also had nothing to compare it to. She bobbed her head as she considered this. "It is pretty neat." She said sharply, in a confirmatory manner. "But it's not easy to climb up there." She warned.
"Some of my mom's sisters might not be happy about you being there." She warned, feeling comfortable enough in his company now to share her thoughts as they came into her mind. "So maybe we should hurry up."
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