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Date Posted: Wednesday, August 26, 09:01:21am
Author: Mercedes
Subject: And We Can Dream Together
In reply to: Moonlight 's message, "The Friend When All Else Is Gone" on Tuesday, August 25, 07:40:39pm













The sun was high overhead as the youngster was greeted by the herd mistress with all the welcome as if she had been born into this herd and had only wandered off for an hour. If her elongated mouth could have pulled back to reveal a smile, she would have done so. But having limited facial expressions the mare simple allowed the corners to curl up and her eyes to shine with a glimmer of recognition and a silent prayer of thanks for the warm greeting. At the female’s alert, the mouths of the rest of the herd separated from their kiss to the ground. She saw the pairs of ears stand in direction towards her and knew her words, at this proximity, would be heard by any who cared to listen. She hadn’t planned her monologue but it was polished enough to be considered so. “Hello, Moonlight” here the dappled princess gave a low nod, her neck extending and her hair cascading off her neck briskly. “I’m Mercedes.” She paused to consider her options after this point. Should we ramble about how she was orphaned of a herd or should she play the quiet allure card? Quiet always worked best. “I was curious if your herd could use a sharp pair of hooves and keen eyes.” This was her only way of asking for admittance without dragging the whole story into the bright sunlight that lit the mares.
















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