my, my, those eyes like fire — you’re a winged insect, she’s a funeral pyre
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Post by JUNIPER ! on Jun 11, 2024 20:30:38 GMT -7
![](https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/77081200_DX1htnd9TZ4XBTM.png) The last few weeks had been quiet; with both of her prisoners returned to their nests, Adora felt partly empty with no one to enlighten her curiosities. The herd was relatively quiet, and the pale golden mare knew that everyone was keeping to themselves with the war. That morning, she had woken before the rest to head for the pond and have a bath. The sun had just risen over the horizon, dappling her coat as she dipped into its coolness and washed the days filth from her pelt. After a while, Adora stepped from the water with her eye looking out toward the shore as the quiet chatter of others hit her sonars. A soft smile graced her face, shaking off the excess of water, turning away from the sound to head toward the depths of the foliage.
From a short distance, a somewhat familiar face came into view. Adora had not yet had much interaction with Ayoka, but it had been on her list of things post-release of the prisoners. Dipping her head, the baroness exhaled a whicker toward her, legs changing course to head in her direction. Nearing the other mare, Adora slowed herself before stopping a few feet away, intercepting her path at an angle to not alarm her much. “Did you enjoy your stroll?” The palomino asked, tone curious and light. “I always like the solitude of the early morning, too.” Adora looked back toward where she’d come from when she left Atakan where he slept, a softness coming across her face. “I hope you’re liking Sunset Shores. I appreciate your attentiveness to everyone.” The baroness felt now was a good of a time as any to make it known that she noticed.
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