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Description

Last drawn update: 3/30/2019
[New familiar! Meet: Xochomilco the hydra]
Last written update: 09/04/2017
[Initial upload]

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people living life in peace, you

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope some day you'll join us

And the world will be as one

[drawn by mule-guts ]
General Information

What Can Be found Here

Name, Herd, Rank, Age, Species, Size, Appearance, Genotype, Sexuality, Drive, Voice

Name
Dawson

Herd
Talori herd

Rank
Shoal

Age
Birthday: June 15th, 1684
Starting Age: 16 years old
Current Age: 16 years old
Season Born In: Summer

Species
Hippocampus [Spanish Dancer]

Size
Height: 15.2hh
Weight: 1600lbs

Appearance
Coat colors: Perlino roan with tobiano markings
Eye colors: orange
Mane and Tail: long, wavey sandy hair, mane always in his face
Physique: stocky, but not overly bulky

Genotype
Ee / Aa / CrCr / nR / nTO

Sexuality
Straight

Drive
Unity

Voice
Actress: Billy Boyd
-Noted role in: Peregrin Took from "Lord of the Rings"

  Personality, Biography, and Role Play History

What Can Be Found Here
Personality Traits, Background Information, and Character Quirks

Personality

[ Laid Back ] - [ Disconnected ] - [ Dreamer ] - [ Inquisitive ] - [ Envious ] - [ Quixotic ] - [ Tactful ] - [ Escapist ] - [ Hopeless Romantic ]

Laid Back
[Dawson isn't one to sweat the details, definitely a "go with the flow" type horse.]
Disconnected
[Sometimes Dawson feels a bit disconnected from his herdmates, often foregoing company when he has a chance. While he loves his herd unconditionally, sometimes being stuck in the company of other equines has him reeling, and eager to spend time by himself to decompress.]
Dreamer
[Dawson seems at times like his head is in the clouds. While working, he's all business, but in his free time, good luck keeping his attention.]
Inquisitive
[Dawson is one who likes to know about his surroundings, often trying to lose himself by taking paths he's never been on before, if only to learn more about the new places. This has lead to the young stallion taking trips into the Wilds, finding the rain forest teeming with life. From his first trip into the Wilds, he has gained a certain love for the jungle, even knowing its' immense dangers.]
Envious
[Not one for extreme bouts of emotion, Dawson's envy is a quiet voice in his heart. Dawson loves the ocean, loves being in his hippocampus form, but he sometimes wishes he could experience what it is like to feel the power of gliding through the air, the gentle gliding over air currents, the feeling of freedom he sees lighting up a pegasus' eyes.]
Quixotic
[Not one for practicality, Dawson does things at his own pace, with his own ideals. While his opinions may not align with the majority, Dawson is unrepentant, and unyielding, though not unkind about it. He does believe that one day, the herd will know peace, even if it takes awhile.]
Tactful
[Brought up with his mother mostly guiding him, she taught him that you can say things with grace, thinking over the message you wish to convey before immediately blurting it out. He does believe in the phrase "you can catch more flies with honey, than vinegar." and finds that it is usually much more successful than being unwise with your words.]

Escapist
[Always telling his little sister stories, Dawson found that he sometimes preferred stories to real life. This trait only strengthened after his father died, finding that if he could forget the pain of a lost parent if only for the length of a story, it soothed his fractured heart for a short time.]

Hopeless Romantic
[Seeing how happy his mother and father were when he was younger, Dawson grew up with the idea that he too, would find his true love early on in life, and they would grow old together, and live a long, happy life, with plenty of kids. Needless to say, sometimes the fantasy overtakes his rational thinking, and he finds himself attaching to others far more easily than he should. ]

Background Information
[ The Beginning ]

Born to Iago and Cinnamon, a Brewer and a cleric respectfully, Dawson's childhood was the same as any other Talorian's. Being first born to the pair, Dawson was doted upon, and proudly taught the values and customs of their great herd. Once he was old enough, began shadowing under his father as is customary, while learning from his mother how to interact with others with grace and poise, as was usual for a cleric. Iago himself, showed Dawson the beautiful complexity that went into the stages of making potions, from creating a new recipe, to actually brewing potions. There was a certain pride in Iago that inspired Dawson. Between the two, Dawson became a soft spoken, gentle soul with a strong desire to fill his role well within the herd, though he did not yet know what that role would be.

As a child, he made friends with lots of the local foals in the village, learning that not all horses were finned, much like his family was. Wonder and many questions filled the little colt upon seeing other foals with no fins at all, ones with budding horns, and perhaps strangest of all, ones with wings. Dawson noticed that the other foals weird appendages [or lack of, with the common horses] did not hinder them from playing with Dawson, save for underwater. Upon asking why his friends couldn't go underwater like he could, his parents told him that they were not born in the image of their Goddess, so they were not blessed with bodies that would allow underwater living. Guessing that made sense, Dawson asked no more of it, content to play on solid land with his non aquatic friends.

As the years passed, Dawson found himself drawn to the fawna and flora of his herd, building an impassioned love for The Wilds and it's hidden beauty. With each passing season, Dawson found himself comparing his herd to the rain forest, noting that while there was a harmony within the rain forests' many layers, his herd seemed to lack that same feeling of unity. Granted, it wasn't something that made sense to his young mind, but still, a quiet dissent was threaded into the herd, even if it was largely ignored. Dawson found himself wondering why the pegasi of his herd seemed to almost be a second- lower class amoung their peers. Dawson voiced his questions to his parents, and they explained to him the story of the God's War, of the destructive wrath of the winged Goddess, and how because of that, her children were cursed to be lesser than. Remembering the story his parents had told him of the Gods' War seemed to explain why the pegasi were looked down upon, but his friends did not seem to inherit Alya's short-comings- save for their wings. After all, Cascade was peaceful, Cascade was accepting, she was their Goddess and the mother of their herd. For Dawson, acceptance was his way of growing close to Cascade, and that included all of his herd. Even if they were cursed by their heritage, Dawson would love his friends just the same. His mindless musings led to him growing curious of what it felt like to have wings. Did they feel the same freedom he did when he would glide through the water? Did the wind rustle their feathers the same way a current would caress his fins?

Not long after Dawson's tenth birthday, his family was blessed with a new member. A precious, small filly that Dawson immediately loved. Dawson would tell his little sister stories of Cascade, of the Wilds, of the history of their herd, of anything she asked about. The siblings were almost always together, save for when Dawson would follow their father to work. By this point, Dawson was quite knowledgeable on the many ingredients his father used for various potions, his interest on the ingredients rather than the finished product. Iago noticed that his son seemed so eager when they would go out to gather supplies for his potions, more so than when Iago would actually make the potions. It was not long after that, that Iago asked one of his long time friends, and also one of his plant suppliers, if he would want to mentor his son when he came of age. It seemed that the life of a brewer was not for his son.

Not long before Dawson's 14th birthday, Belle came down with cold, and begged Dawson to stay home with her and keep her company while their parents were at work. Cinnamon had decided against healing away the cold, saying it would make Belle stronger to fight the meager sickness, and prevent her from catching a cold so easy in the future. It also happened that Iago had also caught the bug, but not one to take a day off while he was in the middle of a project, went to his apothecary anyways. Between the watering, puffy eyes, and his dripping, congested nose, and near constant sneezing, Iago added the wrong ingredients to his potion, resulting in the potion blowing up and burning the building to the ground, taking his life.

The sudden loss was detrimental to the whole family. Belle didn't quite understand that her father wasn't coming home again, Cinnamon became a rock for her children, only losing herself to her despair firmly away from the eyes of her children, while Dawson was devastated. He had lost his mentor, his idol, his father. The loss chipped away at Dawson, leaving him with a fear of potion making, and flames. Dawson also secretly blamed himself, if he had been there with his father, maybe he could've prevented the explosion.

[ The Take over ]

It took awhile for the family to rebuild themselves, and it seemed that just when they were successful in doing so, their herd was to be torn asunder. The events following the Winter solstice seemed to plunge the herd into chaos and dissent, friends and family being torn apart as many were sent to a settlement that housed dissenters and pegasi sympathizers. The months passed with many raids and attacks from the Pegasi group known as The Flock, before they suddenly withdrew their presence from the herds' lands.

Then, the Summer solstice was upon them, as was chaos. After the sacrifice, the celebration became a battle zone as Pegasi ambushed the herd, attacking and killing many, and herding others to Torrine where they are being held prisoner. Dawson and Belle managed to escape, Dawson leading his sister quickly away from the fighting, fleeing into the Wilds. Unfortunately, in the chaos, they got split from their mother, and Dawson refuses to believe the worst, insisting that their mother also was able to escape and is hiding somewhere, helping the injured. As of now, Dawson has run into a couple of his friends, a pair of brewers he met through his father, who had managed to find some of the younger members of their herd, Tenderfeet who got separated from their families. Their small band of horses eventually found their way to an ancient Shrine where other's who had fled made their haven within the unforgiving Wilds.

Not long after their group joined the refugees, Dawson and Jackson took a few of the foals out to a nearby part of the forest so the pair could show the foals what plants could be used for various poultice's and sustenance, and what was poisonous. Not too long into their little lesson, a couple of the foals, one of them being his sister, snuck off to play when a loud exploded noise and a young scream split the air. Immediately Jackson and Dawson took off, though they were met half way by the foals, and Dawson saw behind them a creature that he had never lain eyes on before. Sitting there in a pile of limbs, looking exceptionally disorientated, was a kirin. Jackson stood frozen, and Dawson snapped out of his own frozen stature to trot forward, hesitantly offering the newcomer some water. Knowing if he left the kirin out here as confused as he was, it would probably mean a death sentence, Dawson decided it would be best to bring him back to the Temple so the leaders there could figure out what to do with him. Along with Jackson, his sister, and her new friends, Dawson led the kirin back to the safety of the temple, while trying to keep him out of sight from the rest of his herd mates who sought shelter there. It was apparently decided that the stallion could stay, and some of Dawson's reservations about the kirin were lessened, though not eradicated completely.

Word count: 1384

Items

- Saddlebags [previous free rank item]
-Bracers [previous free rank item]
-Flowers [free herd item]
-Seashells [free herd item]
-Prayer Idol [free herd item]

Character Development

- To be added as RPed
-

Quirks & Facts

- Has an acute fear of potions and fire.
- Prefers to spend his time in the water
- Lawful Neutral
- Worships Cascade and Kaia and Argus, wary of Ignacio and Alya

  Relationships and Roleplay Example

What Can Be Found Here

Family Lineage, Relationships, Roleplay Example

Family Relations

Family
Iago
Father: Gypsy Vanner Hippocampus
status: Deceased

Cinnamon
Mother: Gypsy Vanner Hippocampus
status: Unknown, assumed alive

Belle
Sister: Gypsy Vanner Hippocampus
status: Alive

Relationships Past flings
-None yet? [will need to fish for backstory friends and such]

Current flings
-None.

Steady Relationship
-None.

Roleplay Example

As Evalynn tumbled right into Anders' path, Russet just shook his head, watching as his old friend side stepped the calamity-on-hooves with ease. He watched as his little painted filly just bounced back onto her hooves, and looked up at Anders with a sheepish grin. His ears pricked slightly as Anders spoke to Evalynn, and a smile slid across his face. Anders seemed to be a natural around Evalynn while he himself felt like he was floundering in an ever rising tide of the unknown.

"Yes sir! I'll learn to pay attention, you'll see!" the chestnut painted filly puffed up her chest as Anders spoke to her, prancing on the spot as he winked at her. A small, but hot-headed voice drifted out from behind Evalynn, and she noticed the foal that was standing, indignant at Anders words. An immediate smile lit up Evalynn's face, her eyes radiating her innocence, and she stood there, and tilted her head slightly as she took in the other foals appearance. Eden, as Russet has said her name was, was thicker than her, in a way that made her look more powerful than Evalynn could hope to be with her lanky legs and thin body frame. She noticed that she was almost as tall as Eden as well, and she waggled her short tail happily, her previous hesitance for a friend, gone. Finally she would have a play mate who wouldn't take it easy on her! As they stared at each other, Evalynn noticed Eden puff up slightly, and she giggled.

Russet stood beside Anders, a warm smile as Anders' bumped into his shoulder and he nodded slightly. "Not sure how I'm managing to stay on my hooves, to be honest. Evalynn is like a maelstrom. She never quits moving!" As Russet talked with his friend, he noticed the foals just standing and staring each other down, one with an indignant look, the other with a radiant smile. The stallion watched at Anders moved behind Eden, and pushed his child close to Evalynn, and he couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle at Eden's discomfort.

Evalynn watched as Eden moved closer and closer, until their noses were nearly touching, but she did not move away. As Eden spoke, Evalynn grinned, and she bumped her nose against Eden's nose.

"Hello! Wanna play?" and without waiting for an answer, Evalynn bounced to the side quickly, and lurched forward, overtaking Eden in a rush of lanky limbs, and high strung energy.

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Description

Last drawn update: 3/30/2019
[New familiar! Meet: Xochomilco the hydra]
Last written update: 09/04/2017
[Initial upload]

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people living life in peace, you

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope some day you'll join us

And the world will be as one

[drawn by mule-guts ]
General Information

What Can Be found Here

Name, Herd, Rank, Age, Species, Size, Appearance, Genotype, Sexuality, Drive, Voice

Name
Dawson

Herd
Talori herd

Rank
Shoal

Age
Birthday: June 15th, 1684
Starting Age: 16 years old
Current Age: 16 years old
Season Born In: Summer

Species
Hippocampus [Spanish Dancer]

Size
Height: 15.2hh
Weight: 1600lbs

Appearance
Coat colors: Perlino roan with tobiano markings
Eye colors: orange
Mane and Tail: long, wavey sandy hair, mane always in his face
Physique: stocky, but not overly bulky

Genotype
Ee / Aa / CrCr / nR / nTO

Sexuality
Straight

Drive
Unity

Voice
Actress: Billy Boyd
-Noted role in: Peregrin Took from "Lord of the Rings"

  Personality, Biography, and Role Play History

What Can Be Found Here
Personality Traits, Background Information, and Character Quirks

Personality

[ Laid Back ] - [ Disconnected ] - [ Dreamer ] - [ Inquisitive ] - [ Envious ] - [ Quixotic ] - [ Tactful ] - [ Escapist ] - [ Hopeless Romantic ]

Laid Back
[Dawson isn't one to sweat the details, definitely a "go with the flow" type horse.]
Disconnected
[Sometimes Dawson feels a bit disconnected from his herdmates, often foregoing company when he has a chance. While he loves his herd unconditionally, sometimes being stuck in the company of other equines has him reeling, and eager to spend time by himself to decompress.]
Dreamer
[Dawson seems at times like his head is in the clouds. While working, he's all business, but in his free time, good luck keeping his attention.]
Inquisitive
[Dawson is one who likes to know about his surroundings, often trying to lose himself by taking paths he's never been on before, if only to learn more about the new places. This has lead to the young stallion taking trips into the Wilds, finding the rain forest teeming with life. From his first trip into the Wilds, he has gained a certain love for the jungle, even knowing its' immense dangers.]
Envious
[Not one for extreme bouts of emotion, Dawson's envy is a quiet voice in his heart. Dawson loves the ocean, loves being in his hippocampus form, but he sometimes wishes he could experience what it is like to feel the power of gliding through the air, the gentle gliding over air currents, the feeling of freedom he sees lighting up a pegasus' eyes.]
Quixotic
[Not one for practicality, Dawson does things at his own pace, with his own ideals. While his opinions may not align with the majority, Dawson is unrepentant, and unyielding, though not unkind about it. He does believe that one day, the herd will know peace, even if it takes awhile.]
Tactful
[Brought up with his mother mostly guiding him, she taught him that you can say things with grace, thinking over the message you wish to convey before immediately blurting it out. He does believe in the phrase "you can catch more flies with honey, than vinegar." and finds that it is usually much more successful than being unwise with your words.]

Escapist
[Always telling his little sister stories, Dawson found that he sometimes preferred stories to real life. This trait only strengthened after his father died, finding that if he could forget the pain of a lost parent if only for the length of a story, it soothed his fractured heart for a short time.]

Hopeless Romantic
[Seeing how happy his mother and father were when he was younger, Dawson grew up with the idea that he too, would find his true love early on in life, and they would grow old together, and live a long, happy life, with plenty of kids. Needless to say, sometimes the fantasy overtakes his rational thinking, and he finds himself attaching to others far more easily than he should. ]

Background Information
[ The Beginning ]

Born to Iago and Cinnamon, a Brewer and a cleric respectfully, Dawson's childhood was the same as any other Talorian's. Being first born to the pair, Dawson was doted upon, and proudly taught the values and customs of their great herd. Once he was old enough, began shadowing under his father as is customary, while learning from his mother how to interact with others with grace and poise, as was usual for a cleric. Iago himself, showed Dawson the beautiful complexity that went into the stages of making potions, from creating a new recipe, to actually brewing potions. There was a certain pride in Iago that inspired Dawson. Between the two, Dawson became a soft spoken, gentle soul with a strong desire to fill his role well within the herd, though he did not yet know what that role would be.

As a child, he made friends with lots of the local foals in the village, learning that not all horses were finned, much like his family was. Wonder and many questions filled the little colt upon seeing other foals with no fins at all, ones with budding horns, and perhaps strangest of all, ones with wings. Dawson noticed that the other foals weird appendages [or lack of, with the common horses] did not hinder them from playing with Dawson, save for underwater. Upon asking why his friends couldn't go underwater like he could, his parents told him that they were not born in the image of their Goddess, so they were not blessed with bodies that would allow underwater living. Guessing that made sense, Dawson asked no more of it, content to play on solid land with his non aquatic friends.

As the years passed, Dawson found himself drawn to the fawna and flora of his herd, building an impassioned love for The Wilds and it's hidden beauty. With each passing season, Dawson found himself comparing his herd to the rain forest, noting that while there was a harmony within the rain forests' many layers, his herd seemed to lack that same feeling of unity. Granted, it wasn't something that made sense to his young mind, but still, a quiet dissent was threaded into the herd, even if it was largely ignored. Dawson found himself wondering why the pegasi of his herd seemed to almost be a second- lower class amoung their peers. Dawson voiced his questions to his parents, and they explained to him the story of the God's War, of the destructive wrath of the winged Goddess, and how because of that, her children were cursed to be lesser than. Remembering the story his parents had told him of the Gods' War seemed to explain why the pegasi were looked down upon, but his friends did not seem to inherit Alya's short-comings- save for their wings. After all, Cascade was peaceful, Cascade was accepting, she was their Goddess and the mother of their herd. For Dawson, acceptance was his way of growing close to Cascade, and that included all of his herd. Even if they were cursed by their heritage, Dawson would love his friends just the same. His mindless musings led to him growing curious of what it felt like to have wings. Did they feel the same freedom he did when he would glide through the water? Did the wind rustle their feathers the same way a current would caress his fins?

Not long after Dawson's tenth birthday, his family was blessed with a new member. A precious, small filly that Dawson immediately loved. Dawson would tell his little sister stories of Cascade, of the Wilds, of the history of their herd, of anything she asked about. The siblings were almost always together, save for when Dawson would follow their father to work. By this point, Dawson was quite knowledgeable on the many ingredients his father used for various potions, his interest on the ingredients rather than the finished product. Iago noticed that his son seemed so eager when they would go out to gather supplies for his potions, more so than when Iago would actually make the potions. It was not long after that, that Iago asked one of his long time friends, and also one of his plant suppliers, if he would want to mentor his son when he came of age. It seemed that the life of a brewer was not for his son.

Not long before Dawson's 14th birthday, Belle came down with cold, and begged Dawson to stay home with her and keep her company while their parents were at work. Cinnamon had decided against healing away the cold, saying it would make Belle stronger to fight the meager sickness, and prevent her from catching a cold so easy in the future. It also happened that Iago had also caught the bug, but not one to take a day off while he was in the middle of a project, went to his apothecary anyways. Between the watering, puffy eyes, and his dripping, congested nose, and near constant sneezing, Iago added the wrong ingredients to his potion, resulting in the potion blowing up and burning the building to the ground, taking his life.

The sudden loss was detrimental to the whole family. Belle didn't quite understand that her father wasn't coming home again, Cinnamon became a rock for her children, only losing herself to her despair firmly away from the eyes of her children, while Dawson was devastated. He had lost his mentor, his idol, his father. The loss chipped away at Dawson, leaving him with a fear of potion making, and flames. Dawson also secretly blamed himself, if he had been there with his father, maybe he could've prevented the explosion.

[ The Take over ]

It took awhile for the family to rebuild themselves, and it seemed that just when they were successful in doing so, their herd was to be torn asunder. The events following the Winter solstice seemed to plunge the herd into chaos and dissent, friends and family being torn apart as many were sent to a settlement that housed dissenters and pegasi sympathizers. The months passed with many raids and attacks from the Pegasi group known as The Flock, before they suddenly withdrew their presence from the herds' lands.

Then, the Summer solstice was upon them, as was chaos. After the sacrifice, the celebration became a battle zone as Pegasi ambushed the herd, attacking and killing many, and herding others to Torrine where they are being held prisoner. Dawson and Belle managed to escape, Dawson leading his sister quickly away from the fighting, fleeing into the Wilds. Unfortunately, in the chaos, they got split from their mother, and Dawson refuses to believe the worst, insisting that their mother also was able to escape and is hiding somewhere, helping the injured. As of now, Dawson has run into a couple of his friends, a pair of brewers he met through his father, who had managed to find some of the younger members of their herd, Tenderfeet who got separated from their families. Their small band of horses eventually found their way to an ancient Shrine where other's who had fled made their haven within the unforgiving Wilds.

Not long after their group joined the refugees, Dawson and Jackson took a few of the foals out to a nearby part of the forest so the pair could show the foals what plants could be used for various poultice's and sustenance, and what was poisonous. Not too long into their little lesson, a couple of the foals, one of them being his sister, snuck off to play when a loud exploded noise and a young scream split the air. Immediately Jackson and Dawson took off, though they were met half way by the foals, and Dawson saw behind them a creature that he had never lain eyes on before. Sitting there in a pile of limbs, looking exceptionally disorientated, was a kirin. Jackson stood frozen, and Dawson snapped out of his own frozen stature to trot forward, hesitantly offering the newcomer some water. Knowing if he left the kirin out here as confused as he was, it would probably mean a death sentence, Dawson decided it would be best to bring him back to the Temple so the leaders there could figure out what to do with him. Along with Jackson, his sister, and her new friends, Dawson led the kirin back to the safety of the temple, while trying to keep him out of sight from the rest of his herd mates who sought shelter there. It was apparently decided that the stallion could stay, and some of Dawson's reservations about the kirin were lessened, though not eradicated completely.

Word count: 1384

Items

- Saddlebags [previous free rank item]
-Bracers [previous free rank item]
-Flowers [free herd item]
-Seashells [free herd item]
-Prayer Idol [free herd item]

Character Development

- To be added as RPed
-

Quirks & Facts

- Has an acute fear of potions and fire.
- Prefers to spend his time in the water
- Lawful Neutral
- Worships Cascade and Kaia and Argus, wary of Ignacio and Alya

  Relationships and Roleplay Example

What Can Be Found Here

Family Lineage, Relationships, Roleplay Example

Family Relations

Family
Iago
Father: Gypsy Vanner Hippocampus
status: Deceased

Cinnamon
Mother: Gypsy Vanner Hippocampus
status: Unknown, assumed alive

Belle
Sister: Gypsy Vanner Hippocampus
status: Alive

Relationships Past flings
-None yet? [will need to fish for backstory friends and such]

Current flings
-None.

Steady Relationship
-None.

Roleplay Example

As Evalynn tumbled right into Anders' path, Russet just shook his head, watching as his old friend side stepped the calamity-on-hooves with ease. He watched as his little painted filly just bounced back onto her hooves, and looked up at Anders with a sheepish grin. His ears pricked slightly as Anders spoke to Evalynn, and a smile slid across his face. Anders seemed to be a natural around Evalynn while he himself felt like he was floundering in an ever rising tide of the unknown.

"Yes sir! I'll learn to pay attention, you'll see!" the chestnut painted filly puffed up her chest as Anders spoke to her, prancing on the spot as he winked at her. A small, but hot-headed voice drifted out from behind Evalynn, and she noticed the foal that was standing, indignant at Anders words. An immediate smile lit up Evalynn's face, her eyes radiating her innocence, and she stood there, and tilted her head slightly as she took in the other foals appearance. Eden, as Russet has said her name was, was thicker than her, in a way that made her look more powerful than Evalynn could hope to be with her lanky legs and thin body frame. She noticed that she was almost as tall as Eden as well, and she waggled her short tail happily, her previous hesitance for a friend, gone. Finally she would have a play mate who wouldn't take it easy on her! As they stared at each other, Evalynn noticed Eden puff up slightly, and she giggled.

Russet stood beside Anders, a warm smile as Anders' bumped into his shoulder and he nodded slightly. "Not sure how I'm managing to stay on my hooves, to be honest. Evalynn is like a maelstrom. She never quits moving!" As Russet talked with his friend, he noticed the foals just standing and staring each other down, one with an indignant look, the other with a radiant smile. The stallion watched at Anders moved behind Eden, and pushed his child close to Evalynn, and he couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle at Eden's discomfort.

Evalynn watched as Eden moved closer and closer, until their noses were nearly touching, but she did not move away. As Eden spoke, Evalynn grinned, and she bumped her nose against Eden's nose.

"Hello! Wanna play?" and without waiting for an answer, Evalynn bounced to the side quickly, and lurched forward, overtaking Eden in a rush of lanky limbs, and high strung energy.

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