Fleet glanced down at the beautiful mare next to him. His gaze softened. He had always been shy, but around her, it was like his mind was an open book, he could tell her anything at anytime. He watched as she relaxed, and in turn he relaxed to, listening to her rhythimic breathing.
After a long moment, he asked softly in her ear, "What brought you here?"
Fleeting Glimpse...
That's the thing about black and white: mix them together and you get gray. And no matter how much white you put back in, it'll still always be gray.
- Lilah
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"What?" he asked, noticing her perked ears. Did she hear something, or did she want something? Frankly, he was hoping it was the latter, as he would dearly give anything to her without hesitation.
That's the thing about black and white: mix them together and you get gray. And no matter how much white you put back in, it'll still always be gray.
- Lilah
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- Lilah
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"Just happy..." Fleet wondered about those words, and felt them right then. Right now, with her. He would do anything to protect Satin, even if it meant torture.
"Would you like to go for a walk?"
"Would you like to go for a walk?"
That's the thing about black and white: mix them together and you get gray. And no matter how much white you put back in, it'll still always be gray.
- Lilah
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- Lilah
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