Fly stopped when she saw another foal. She nickered at him and took a few steps in his direction.
Byrd raised her head from grazing and looked around. "Where's Fly?" she whinnied.




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.: мιƨтʏ & ρɛɛтα :. wrote:Chance stretched his neck out to gently nibble on her mane "Is that a challenge?" he whickered playfully.
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