»Tiptoeing through the sodden emerald, like a cadence she dances on, a heart of gold, though one that's strong. Soft nail like the barefeet of a fairy. She was of one colored sorrel, though splashed with white, with azure-liquid pools. Dipping her bell and tucking it tightly in a graceful egyptian arc the bruja halts, nares flaring to take in scents. Youthful expression is unchanged, though sincere in guesture with fore. Gazing to the division she is undecided as to where she'll take her leave, as she wants it to be right. A bit timidly the slender vixen waits, looking for any one face that may befriend and help one to feel at home here«


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