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><center>\.the dappled filly appears unmoved by the >mare's words, though she fires back with her own./ ><i>You're right Misa. What would I know? I'm not >intelligent like you, not adventurous, not perfect. I >do care about others, not just myself. I care about >Dad. Do you think that I like seeing him like this? >I do feel hurt, hurt because you two were never there. > But you expect me to love you and to be your best >friend? How can I love someone I don't know? Well, >Misa, I don't know you. I don't know you at all. ></i>\.the briefest of pauses ensues, and then the >flicka goes on./ <i>I wish I was still a baby too, >Misa. Ignorance is bliss, right? No... I wish I'd >never been born at all. It would've made your life a >whole lot easier, right? And also, who's "we"? I am >not your sister, I never have been. Don't call me so. > </i>\.with a final look of pain and horrible anger, >the young filla turns and walks a few steps. >stopping, she turns her head and allows more words to >slip past her lips./ <i>Goodbye, Misa. </i>\.she >smiles, a sad smile that never reaches her dark eyes, >and goes on her way. quietly, her flints skimming >along the ground, carrying her to the borders of the >territory. never does she look back after her words >of farewell, and soon she's out of sight. maybe for >good, maybe not. maybe she'd visit, maybe not. but >she couldn't stay here, no. not here./</center>

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