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The chill of the evening painted their mingled breaths into a fleeting silver cloud that danced between them. Beneath the looming silhouettes of the mountains, they enacted a primal ballet, their hooves barely whispering against the dew-kissed grass. A delicate advance, a perfectly echoed reply – their hearts hammered a frantic tattoo against their ribs as the ancient courtship began. She gifted the pale, handsome stallion a playful smirk. The soft graze of his whiskers against her broad withers ignited a delightful shiver. Turning her good eye towards him, she heard the question that haunted his thoughts.

"Are you lost?" The words hung in the air, delicate and vulnerable against the encroaching darkness. She hesitated, weighing her response. The naive mare she once was would have readily confessed to being lost, but the one who stood before the alabaster stallion now knew better. "Have you been found?" he pressed, and she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at the hungry gleam in his eyes, the joyous flutter in her chest.

"I have been found," she mused, thinking of the strength she had discovered within herself, her unwavering perseverance, and the burning desire to forge her own legacy on the Isles. She had been found by a stronger, more resilient version of herself.

Of course, she knew that wasn't the answer he sought, but she relished the playful game unfolding between them.

"Do you pride yourself on being a finder of lost things?" she inquired, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She tilted her head, allowing her thick, onyx forelock to cascade across her milky white, blind eye.