09-21-2010, 02:51 AM
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The young little woman had settled into her life here slowly. She missed her stallion, she missed Manaba to a level where she felt physical pain. When he had been born she was the only one around, and his mother had been so protective, so defensive! When she and the (then) tiny foal had touched there had been a physical spark. She felt it run through her whole body until she was left trembling at the force staring at her from the depths of his chocolate eyes. She hugged her knees closer, watching the fire before her as her amber hair was caught in the wind. Her green eyes threatened tears, but she did not want to cry. Not here. Not even alone in the darkness. The wind picked up and she grumbled a little, the feathers in her hair dangerously knotting.
A crow cawed off in the distance and she turned suddenly. She wanted to go back and get Manaba, but it wasn't safe to go alone. She knew next to no one, but she needed someone to assist her in retrieving him. Would anyone consent?
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The young little woman had settled into her life here slowly. She missed her stallion, she missed Manaba to a level where she felt physical pain. When he had been born she was the only one around, and his mother had been so protective, so defensive! When she and the (then) tiny foal had touched there had been a physical spark. She felt it run through her whole body until she was left trembling at the force staring at her from the depths of his chocolate eyes. She hugged her knees closer, watching the fire before her as her amber hair was caught in the wind. Her green eyes threatened tears, but she did not want to cry. Not here. Not even alone in the darkness. The wind picked up and she grumbled a little, the feathers in her hair dangerously knotting.
A crow cawed off in the distance and she turned suddenly. She wanted to go back and get Manaba, but it wasn't safe to go alone. She knew next to no one, but she needed someone to assist her in retrieving him. Would anyone consent?
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