"Oh no, don't cry little one; dont cry. It'll be alright." Harlequin nuzzled the filly in what she believed to be a comforting gesture. "Where does it hurt?" Quin remembered her father kissing her own booboo's when she had hurt herself, and as if by magic, the pain always went away. Harlequin thought that if she could find out where it hurt for the filly she could do the same for her.
Harlequin had not taken a close look at the filly's mane and tail when she had first gazed at her. She had assumed that the filly's mother, whom Quin had never met, had had a shiny blue tail as well. But at Danuwa's inquisition Harlequin looked closer.
The Filly's tail was cold and hard when Quin nudged it with her nose. It was almost as if it was frozen. "Um..." Harlequin murmured as she turned to face Danuwa. "I think her tail is made of Ice. Is it supposed to be that way?"
"Though if it is, it only makes her more beautiful. I wish you could see her right now. Her body is brownish, with pale spots. Her hooves," Harlequin described for Danuwa as she gazed at the beautiful filly. "Are gray, with stockings and markings that match your own almost. She has a symbol on her bum, just like you do, a white nose, and gorgeous teal eyes." She paused for a moment before turning back to Danuwa. "You must be proud."
