Meadow

I DON'T WORRY,
WORRYING DON'T AGREE
THINGS THAT BOTHER YOU, NEVER BOTHER ME!

Talya was very happy she so quickly agreed to be her friend. If she weren’t huddled with her to share her warmth, she may have thrown her head and danced her pale, nimble hooves in place a step or two just to get out the energy that came along with her glee. She smiled happily at her new friend, then perked her pale ears forward as the mare asked her name.

Oh, right. Names.

“I’m Talya!” She announced. She had no idea what it meant or any idea why she had been given it, but she knew that was her special word that when people said it, they specifically meant they were talking to her. “Um,” she tilted her head and blinked. “What’s yours?”

Strange. Talya had never asked anyone for their name before. They got something else in her head, something that tied them to the memory of when they met and that’s what she called them and thought of them as. But, suddenly, she wanted to know what her new friend called herself. What was her special word that was hers and hers alone?

“Oh!” As she told Talya she’d inform Nobody of running across her, that very happy smile broke out across her pink lips once more. “Thank you! You can tell her that I’m going to be on Atlantis now, in the Harbor, with the Good Witch.” She smiled a few seconds more, then couldn’t help herself and happily threw her head up, then reached to lip at the mare’s red skin. Just a few harmless, happy touches. “I really like you. You’re fun.”