Spell just loved to be free. Those days when it seemed like the world was at your fingertips and that nothing could stand in your way. Those days when you felt invincible! She dashed through the shadows of the trees in the grove, loving the flickering effect it had on her fur. The sun was just beginning to rise above the tree line, chasing the shadows away, when she finally paused to catch her breath. A foal such as herself could entertain themselves for hours on end without even trying. But end on end? Day after day? Being alone had its disadvantages. Spell turned back towards the trees, kicking up the leaves as she went by.
Maybe she’d ask one of her brothers to play? No…no. That wouldn’t work. They never liked to play with her. She was always too silly or too young. She grimaced at the thought. That wasn’t even the problem they had with her! Not that they’d ever say it out loud, especially within hearing distance of their mom. No. The real problem was that she was too much of a girl! She’d show them. Growing up with brothers like them, how much of a priss did they think she could have ever actually become? What was the fun of being a girl anyways! Everyone always got sooo surprised when she came home dirty. Unfit for a lady, she had heard her mom say. But when Cloud or Inklore came home covered in mud, no one ever said a word!
Oh well. Not that it could be helped. Spell slowed her pace to an easy walk. Well what now? She had lost her friends, the shadows, to the rising sun and as far as she could tell, there was no one else around. Coming to the river, she paused, bending to take a drink. Behind her, leaves crackled. She brought her head up suddenly, turning around. ”Hello?” Her small voice called out, wavering slightly. She had no way of knowing if the intruder was friend, like one of her brothers attempting to play a prank, or foe, like the Skinwalkers her mother had always warned her so much about…
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