Indi jumped off Fleet in one fluid movement and rushed to Rainer, embracing her. She had missed her dear friend more than she cared to admit. "How have you been?" she asked quietly, too caught up in the reunion to speak much louder. Frolic trotted up to Spin, flicking her mane over her shoulders and...

Picnic tables? The faerie shook her head, violet wings trembling in silent laughter. Only Rainer. They were standing a top a hill, her bonded and she, looking at the little group below. She was sitting on that green and red stallion, hands fisted softly in his long gray mane. He nickered below her a...

Harvest half-listened to Path's inquiries, smiling at the fact that Dart was going to have to face himself because of this mare. But still she watched the water as she ignored his initial comment. "It's beautiful," came the voice next to her, and she nodded frantically, as if by agreeing she could m...

Ahh. that's insane. ...now I'm totally gonna be thinking about this and not be able to concentrate on all my history homework...gah! You write with a great hook, one that a lot of authors lack. There's a great vibe going throughout it, the plotline is intriguing (and in this case where I'm not going...

Harvest watched them with curiousity. Dart's arrogance was grating, but in it he had found some form of wisdom. "Deadly things are the most beautiful of all. We all wish for what we can't have, and death is one thing we won't ever until we die. And who knows if we're still ourselves once we're gone?...

The stallion noticed his sister was calmer as she pulled away, less downtrodden and slightly more excited at the sight of him. Everything in him was telling him to jump on her like the colt he had been, to go chasing after butterflies and roll in mud with her. But he'd grown up, and quite clearly so...