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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

the wind's come down the mountain
Posted on September 6, 2021 at 07:34:51 PM by f e i





as old as your omens


"Does one ever really need to go looking for trouble?" the white mare asks with a laugh, shifting on her belly so she can look at the other stallion more properly.

He was perhaps the first horse she'd crossed paths with whos defining feature hadn't been "young" in her eyes, though he certainly was a match for the rest when it came to visual interest. Her list of things which seemed to set her apart from the majority of inhabitants (small sample size aside) was becoming less of an ironic side note and more real with each meeting. Three was all it took to set a pattern wasn't it?

"I was hoping to look at the stars." she says as she turns her gaze back to the cloud mottled sky.

It had mostly cleared by this point, but the half-moon was shinning like the storm had washed it clean and its silver light may as well have been a spotlight in the otherwise dark sky. Still, what smattering of stars she could see were more than enough for what she meant to do.

"Have you ever heard the story of Tiddalick?"

f e i
ten years - 18 hands - white percheron mixed draft mare - setsu



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