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Yazmina was skyborne again. She much preferred being in the air to on the ground. Not that she minded the teepee or the others she shared it with. Not even the two leg. But there was something wonderful about being able to see the world beneath her while she stood on nothing--or seemed to anyway.

Floating, drifting, she liked being lazy and simply riding the wind. She was also, however, curious, and when she saw the brightly-colored colt beneath her, well, she had to circle lower to see what he was doing. And once she'd spotted his attempts at flight, she couldn't help but call out, "That's it, you're doing--oh!" He'd fallen and she dropped the rest of the little distance to solid ground, hurrying toward him. "Are you all right?"

Oh, goodness. Yazmina's eyes widened a bit. "I. Well. I." She backed off a step or two. "That is. I was flying and I saw you and then you fell and well." The language had completely thrown her out of any steady train of thought.

But as she watched him jump and hop, she could tell he was favoring one foot a little, and that put her back on track. "I didn't mean badly hurt," she assured him. "You're much too good at flying for that, I'm sure. Just a little hurt, that's what I meant. You're sure you're all right?"

She shifted her weight a bit from hoof to hoof, watching him and debating whether she should offer to help. It depended on how bad it was, she supposed. She'd wait a while and if it didn't improve, well, certainly she could scrape up the courage to help. So she nodded and smiled encouragingly.

"My name is Yazmina, by the way. What's yours?"

He was adorable. Yazmina couldn't help but laugh at the chest-puffing, but she didn't mean to mock. It was pure amusement and her laughter was light and clear. "I really did have to know," she insisted. "Otherwise I wouldn't know what to call you at all." She bobbed her head a little and added, "It's very nice to meet you, Amitola, but you don't have to call me Miss. Just Yazmina will do."

She fanned her wings a bit as well. Not entirely intentionally. His fluttering just encouraged her to move her own. And, really, it was idle motion when she was interested and his wings were definitely different enough to intrigue. "I promise not to call you Ami. You deserve the whole name. It suits you, I think."

He was a colt and that made the flattery different. She still blushed, a little, but she didn't trip over her tongue. If he were older, no doubt she'd have stumbled for a while. As it was, she said, "Thank you, Amitola, that's a very nice thing to say."

"I do think so," she answered. "And your mother was right. You have all the colors of a rainbow. I've never seen anyone like you." That was honest truth. "Oh, my name? It means jasmine, like the flower."

His enthusiasm was truly infectious. Yazmina felt a little like bouncing, herself. "From my parents, as well," she told him. "My stripes from my father, my color from my mother. My wings and horn came from both of them."

Yazmina startled slightly, wings fanning out just in case she needed to get away from whatever had made the colt jump. When she spotted the butterfly too, though, she laughed at herself and shook her head. "A little like yours, yes. Do you suppose you're part butterfly?"