The brown mare surpressed chuckle, watching the golden mare - Path - and Dart interact. It was clear she was missing something between them, but she wasn't one to pry and simply smiled amiably as Path mentioned the water, letting Dart's comment of 'Miss Mud' slide right over unnoticed. "That someone...

From the moment he saw her, Stice knew that something was very wrong with his sister, and he cursed himself for not being here when she needed him. And then she cried, and he turned his head in a hug, holding his sister as close to him as possible, letting her tears show him everything he had missed...

The black stallion stood in the center of the field proudly, the wind catching his pink mane and tail. Just standing, smelling, being - there was no other feeling like it in the world. The wind teased his forelock, flopped it over one eye, and playfully he shook it back. He was in a decent mood for ...

Miss Earth? Hmmm. She liked that. Another mare came up, resplendent in her golden coat and tribal markings. She seemed extremely sweet, and yet in an odd way, broken. There was a distant look on her face, and she simply couldn't deny the request. "Of course not," the brown mare replied, dark foreloc...

Her eyes narrowed further at his refusal to grant her request. She eyed him up and down slowly, before breathing out with a disappointed sigh. "You're not one for stories, I can see. But I doubt you handle silence well either, Dart." She was intrigued by this young stallion and his air of arrogance.

She looked up and narrowed her eyes at him, assessing him slowly. He seemed goofy, but in a harmless way.

She gestured next to her with a wave of her head. "Come sit, and I'll tell you a story."

But first, she needed to know. "What's your name?"