.chocolate orbs alight with firey frenzy, gentle nudge given to mischievious counterpart."Let us go first, to the Herd of the Wanderers . . . follow me, little one."
.orbs sparkled though as they caught the sadness within the other femme's gaze, shifting slightly, mug was extended in shared grief. a brief touch to shoulder.
"They will return, I have faith in them."
And suddenly fire angel had taken to flight, slow enough that the filly might keep up . . . but even at this slow of a pace, she seemed to fly o'er the ground. distant thrum of hoofbeats soothing to even the lobes of the darks.
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