

Where at that little nitwit gotten off to? Gypsy Bane huffed and attempted to blow the bangs out of her eyes before they settled right back into where they always were. What was the point? They were always in her eyes and always super irritating. Speaking of irritating. What in the world had gotten into Roy? The nit had gone off in the middle of the night like she had a clue what she was doing.
Bane had been walking or flying around trying to find her friend for the past week and had yet to see heads or tails of the mare. Not that she had actually bothered to stop and ask anybody if they had seen the other mare. It should have been a serious cake-walk to find her and corral her. Bane missed her best friend, the only one that was tolerant of her short temper and tendency to be a bit harsh with words.
Mismatched eyes scanned the forest-area she was working her way through and Bane stopped and whispered sadly to herself, “Why’d you leave me all alone, brat?”
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