There are some things you can only learn in a storm .
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The young filly cocked her head to the side. She hadn't encountered many horses in their area, and had trouble understanding what Esther meant. Maybe she came from somewhere with truly no horses. She watched the mare's body language, and relaxed as the conversation started to flow more naturally.
I've been wanting to do the same thing, actually. I've spent most of my life here and I would love to explore. My dad raised me and has always been kind of over-protective, but I think I'm old enough to be on my own now.
She laughed softly as Esther shook herself off, the mud landing on her still-shining coat.
Why don't we start by getting cleaned up? This stream leads to a river that's a little deeper. It could be nice to get rid of the mud, no?
She turned and started to follow the stream towards the river, wondering if the mare would follow. There was no reason she wouldn't, and Presti could use a bath herself. Though she wasn't caked in mud, the heat and dust clung to her coat. It would also provide much needed reprieve from the rising sun. It was starting to get warm, even from under the cover of the trees.
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