More entry art. She doesn't have her cutie mark yet because she's still a kiddo. :3 Or her horns.
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When I was young
I danced to the sound of rain on the rooftop
When I was young
I skipped through meadows of clover
When I was young
I followed my father into the woods
When I was young
I pretended to be a feirce hunter
Now I dance fearlessly in the rain
Bound through the forests with grace
I follow in my father's hoofsteps
And don't have to pretend to be feirce
I protect the souls of the forest
And mourn the lives of the lost
I hide amongst the trees so plentiful
And remember my father's calm voice
I imagine he'd be proud of me
His little girl all grown up
I imagine he'd tell me what a good job I've done
Though I found my niche purely by luck
I think of my beautiful mother
Wonder why she left me alone
We could have worked things out together
But perhaps things are better this way
I look at my little elk friend
See him as my own child
I look at my little stone house
And see it as my true home
I look at the forset around me
And know that it's my real soul.



