"Pity," he said over his shoulder, his bicolor eyes locked onto the blue skies. "And I don't plan on settling here." But he was forgetting his manners. "It was a pleasure to meet such a radiant mare." It was best to make goodbyes before she grew attached, even if it was unlikely.
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