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Post by Ginger >> on Oct 15, 2010 23:38:06 GMT
She had a fragile heart. But it was still young, like her mind but unlike herself. The Haflinger mare was older than old. Even she didn't know how old she was.
She was laying in her room, breathing softly.
"Hmmm," she didn't say much, only made expressive noises. Her silver eyes had a thoughtful gleam in them. Her pale orange tail flicked against the carpeted ground.
"Wouldn't it be lovely if..." it had been a while since she had spoken. A long, long time. It wasn't like this orange mare was despressed or anything. She just hadn't the heart to talk.
But even she was young at heart. She wanted to go back to the days before everyone had their powers. Before it all happened. Before her parents mysterious disappearance. Before... before... before the Alliance was thought of. Before it was even a glimmer in an animal's eyes. As much as it pained her to think of such a thing, she wished it more than anything. The Alliance may have been her home for as long as she could remember, but it had taken away her parents. Or had it? Even the wise old mare had no idea.
Gypsy just wished that the Shadow Union had never walked upon this earth, no matter how respected and wonderful they were. Gypsy was glad that they were gone. But Gypsy was angry about what they had left.
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