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Burns, a tiny, brightly colored foal, stumbled through the undergrowth of an unfamiliar (to him) part of the swamp, panting. Had he finally gotten away? Midnight Sun was oddly... persistent. The little filly had chased him far into the swamp, but he had slipped away, wriggling through thornbushes she wasn't willing to follow him through. By the time she had gone around them, he had disappeared.
Now he wandered aimlessly, trying to catch his breath. Hopefully he'd eventually stumble on a landmark he recognized. He wasn't in much of a hurry to go back. Being in an strange place made him uncomfortable, but at least he wasn't being hounded constantly.

Eventually he became too tired to go on. Curling up in a hollow beneath a fallen log, he rested his head on his forelegs and began to drift into an uneasy sleep...

Burns startled awake, eyes wide. "Oh! I was just..." He blinked, his vision clearing from the blurriness of his half-sleep. It wasn't Sun at all, but a small, unfamiliar pinkish foal, who seemed actually... nice. And friendly.
Burns frankly did not know what to make of it.

"Uh... I'm... Burns the Eyes. But I mean you can... call me Burns, if you want," he said nervously. "And... okay. But, uh, I don't know any good games..." All he knew were bad games, the kind that were only fun if you were sadistic. But maybe... maybe now he'd have a nice friend! That played normal games!
He stood up, suddenly excited. "Yes, let's play!"

Burns nodded his head in a bemused daze, surprised at the foal's breathless enthusiasm. The games he described seemed simple enough...
"Um... h-how about hide-and-seek," he said, ending with an awkward laugh that attempted to cover up his nervousness. Seashell seemed to mean well... but it was too early for Burns to be entirely sure. All that running and 'touching' that tag involved... maybe by 'touch' he meant bite, or kick? Too risky. "Um... should I hide? Or do you want to hide?"

"Oh, oh! O-okay!" He watched the foal settle himself and cover his eyes.

The moment he started counting, Burns jumped nervously. "Oh!" He really was going to count! Burns didn't waste any time, scrambling with awkward legs into the underbrush. He cast around nervously for a good hiding place, politely not picking ones that would be too hard for the smaller foal to reach. In the end he decided on a thick clump of berry bushes, perfect to peek out and check on Seashell's progress. And maybe have a snack...

Burns peeked through the leaves, suppressing an excited giggle as Seashell looked around for him in apparent confusion. He managed to contain himself before more than a snort got through, but the giddy feeling remained. This was fun! He was actually having fun!

He was also hungry though, and the clumps of berries hanging in front of his nose were awfully tempting... but for the moment he concentrated on Seashell poking his head into nearby bushes. Burns tried to curl up tighter underneath the branches, carefully scooting farther back to put as much greenery in between him and the foal as he could. He was awfully close now...