The flashy pintaloosa had been spending his days chatting up any pretty lady who'd lend him their ear. And as usual, there had been many. Davvyd loved nothing more than telling them that it was finally his time - we was going to make the trip to Grandfather Tree, and see what is gift was. As though he wasn't gifted enough as it was! This usually earned him a storm of giggles, and maybe an eye roll or two. Davvyd thrived off of both reactions. Any reaction, really. As long as he was the centre of attention, or near to it, he was as happy as could be. For days he'd been talking, talking, talking. Now it was finally time for action. Spurred on his adventure by the perfectly balmy day, Davvyd had bid a quick good bye to any admirers he'd managed to find, and began his trek. His perfectly clean hooves clicked across the parched ground. He frowned. He was not going to stay very clean out here. He prided himself on keeping up appearances. He tossed his flaxen mane across his other shoulder, careful to keep from getting too sweaty on one side. If he wouldn't shpw up in front of his admirers with a sweat clumped mane he certainly wasn't about to show up in front of Grandfather Tree like that!
He took his time, picking the cleanest path possible towards the huge white tree. His mind wandered, wondering what is magical gift would be. He certainly had thoughts on the matter, but he attempted to dismiss them. Whatever gift he was granted would certainly impress many pretty mares. And that was good enough for him. He slowed further, checking himself over once more before approaching the Tree. Hooves mostly free of debris? Check. Mane and tail flowing freely? Check. Not cakes in sweat? Check.
He slowly stepped forward, looking up at Grandfather Tree. "Well, I'm here."
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