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Svart stopped rolling to see who had spoken to him. He thought he was alone so he didn't pay much attention to his surrounding and was surprised when he saw a filly sneezing. And it wasn't sneezing that amazed him. It was her wings he found most interesting. Till now he never saw anyone else than his family. And the only wings he saw were bird looking one that his father and brother had. He himself was wingless like his mother.

'' Wow! Those are cool looking wings you got there! ''

Svart needed few minutes to move his eyes from the wings and inspect filly little better.

'' Oh yea my name. I'm Svart. Nice to meet you Syrea. ''

Not only did her wings look strange but she also had something growing on her forehead. And what kind of tail was that growing on her rear.

'' I'm collecting sweet smell from this colorful things growing all around. ''

And it was just than that it really hit him. He was speaking to someone outside of his family. That was it. He made first contact with the outside world. And it really didn't matter who it was. This must be what his father was speaking about when he said that there are others outside of the safety of they're hidden place in the forest.

Now question was what to do next. What was considered to be fun to this stranger. His little mind was racing when an idea was born. Why not run? She had hoofs just like he and four legs too. Smile widened on his little mouth.

'' Lets play tag! ''

Svart jumped and started to run as fast as he could watching over his shoulder to see if the filly was going to follow him. What he didn't realize was that he was running right towards second foal standing near bust. By the time he looked in front of him to see where he was going it was too late to stop on time and avoid crash. He made a quick turn with a jump to avoid the second foal but his action ended in his front side in the bush with his hind legs high in the air.

At the end of all drama from the bush came painful

'' Ouch... ''

Tag sounded delightful. Tag sounded like everything in the world she wanted to do at just that moment. Brimming with the excitement of it, Syrea took off after her new friend, hooves pounding against the ground in uneven strides as she did. She wasn't the most competitive filly in the world, and anyway, half the fun of tag was the chase! If you caught each other too quickly it made the game boring, and she hated boring games.

She played tag at home sometimes. Indah didn't really play it much, and Einarr bopped her on the head if she pestered him about it all the time, but sometimes she got a game. Momma was really good about playing tag, and she'd learned a few tricks from her.

Tricks like cutting corners when the person in front of you was really fast, which she would have done, except he suddenly started running really strangely.

Frowning, she leaned back, slowing her run as Svart dodged someone and went flying into a bush. It reminded her of when she'd met Damien, except she'd actually smashed into him, and -- holy moly, was that Damien?

Skidding to a halt, barely managing to stop herself, she stared at him, eyes wide. This guy was everywhere! It was definitely meant to be! Even if he didn't think so, it was definitely meant to be. She hesitated a moment, remembering the last time they'd met and the mean thing he'd said, but ultimately decided not to dwell on it.

Instead, she looked away from him, rushing toward the bush. "Are you okay? Does it hurt? Are you bleeding? I'm part unicorn you know!"

Nosing in, she shoved her face under his belly, doing her best to help lift him. She grunted, unhelpfully, and continued her barrage of questions. "Did you hit your head? Did you bite your lip? I bit my lip once, it really hurt. Come on, work with me!"

She wiggled her butt, tail swinging, and called, "Come help, Damien! Gosh!"

Well, Syrea didn't seem to pay Damien much mind, surprisingly. Was she really still upset about him calling her dumb? How very like a girl. He observed her fret over the other colt, ignoring him for the most part. And, surprising him even further, Dai felt a little jealous of the older boy. Excitable, loud stalker that she might've been, Syrea was Damien's excitable, loud stalker. Not Svart's.

And she expected him to help this guy? Helping others wasn't Damien's way, especially not sympathy-inducing babies like 'sir pollen-face'. So he just hung back, watching the little filly struggle and eventually pull him free of the bush. Disheveled at best, Svart was also... Crying? Now, that was unacceptable! Didn't they have an honor code or whatnot as boys?

Then that Svart looked at him and asked him about Unicorns. And, though Damien knew lots about Unicorns, his grandfather with whom he lived being one, he wasn't about to admit such in front of Syrea and expose the fact that he didn't come from the Sky Kingdom. After all, there were no Unicorns in the Sky Kingdom unless they had wings! "How should I know?"

Licking helped a bit. Syrea wasn't his mother but it felt comforting enough that it stopped tears from flowing in two little streams.

'' Where is you know where? ''

Slowly examining a new colt that was standing in front of them Svart noticed it had bird wings. Just like his brother and father. But he also had strange things growing on his head. So Svart began to wonder if all outside individuals were so small in size and had things growing on they're heads. Maybe that was the reason why his parents kept him and his brother hidden. Could the really be so different from others? looking at colt's wings Svart made his statement.

'' My father and brother have those just like you. ''

Making a face, Syrea mumbled, "I didn't know it was perfect place too, gosh," but didn't say more on the subject. She was afraid that Damien would start getting ideas in his head again about her not being smart, and she'd had a long, heartfelt talk with her mother about that.

She was definitely smart. Indah had said that most of the time being smart meant knowing that there was always a lot left to learn, and she definitely had that down pat. Anyone who said they knew it all really didn't. Of course, she figured Damien knew just about everything about the Sky Kingdom, and if she could get him alone she'd ask more about it, but she didn't want to make Svart feel bad. After all, she'd cried recently, and she knew it wasn't a fun experience.

So, she leaned over, bumping her shoulders against Svart's. She saw her momma do that sometimes to Viraj, and all she really had to go on was examples from her family. He'd stopped crying, so that was a good thing.

"It's a far away place," Syrea explained, hoping to keep it at that. After a moment, she blinked, looking between the two colts. "Your family has wings, too?"

Smiling brightly, she fluttered her own, exclaiming, "My sister Fleurite has wings! My momma doesn't, but Viraj has wings too. His are different though, they aren't like mine or Damien's... they're bigger."

She thought about it, and how else she could describe them. Nothing really came to mind, so she lapsed into a silence, a slight frown on her face as she worked her brain for an accurate description.