Equid name: Pericles, named after the Greek statesman and general of Athens.
Age: 31
Gender: male
Height: 12hh
Wild or domestic: Domestic, of course. He lives on the same farm that Darkwater is on, my 27 year old mare.
Tell me his favorite story to tell:
"Gather around, you fillies and colts. Old Perry has a story for you. Now, listen close.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful filly, with a beautiful white coat. It was whiter than freshly laid snow, and it was a sight to see. "
"Poppa," A filly spoke up, "Are you sure that you weren't dreaming?"
"I wasn't, Lilith. Now, let's get back to the story.
"I was young, only four. She would come by my herd every weekend at night, always gazing up at the stars. I watched her every time, and I'd always get distracted by something and she'd vanish."
"Then she wasn't real!" Lilith piped back up.
"Hush, you. She was. I talked to her, once. Only once. She slowly, nervously walked up to me, and gently touched her nose to mine. Up close I could see, there was not a single marking on her. Her muzzle was white, not pink. Her eyes were silver."
"Definitely a ghost," The filly muttered.
"She was not a ghost. She was real, Lilith. I felt her warmth. She was so timid, so scared. I think it was my halter that really did scare her the most. But she approached me anyway.
And all she did was smile at me. She just smiled and said my name.
But then, my owner had whistled for me to come. I turned my head-- goodness how I regret that-- and within a second of turning back to bid her farewell, she had vanished."
Lilith turned to the others at this point. "Yup, a ghost!"
Perry did not scold her, this time. He was gazing out to the starless night, face full of longing.
"The stars never came back out after that. She took them with her when she left. I hope she returns again, so we can see the stars bright again."
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