He wasn't sure how to react to her. She was moving very quickly but he found he rather liked it. Everything had been so slow for him lately despite him always being in a rush. It seemed even eating was taking him longer then usual. The sudden speed seemed very good for him, very good indeed.
With his thoughts in order once again he trailed after the clothed mare never getting to close or falling to far behind. He didn't want to crowd her but at the same time he didn't want to abandon her. Or did she wanted to be crowded? As more thoughts poured into his mind it became more muddled. In attempt to delay his confusion he decided to try and make small talk. "So...what do you usually do for food?"
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