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[Provoke]

provoke

She looked at him. A foal like her. A colt. A boy. Ew. He was blue, like her. Sort of. But he didn't look exactly like her, because she was a girl. Everyone knew that girls were better than boys. And when Provoke looked at him, She tilted her head again. She glared, and then sat down. "I must have."

She still has no explanations for why she can't manage to keep herself inside her body. That time with Santa in the woods was fun, and she was no longer afraid of it, but it came at the most random, terrible times. And what happens in those other worlds.... that can be scary too.

And she is such a little thing.

But she looks around, the trees here are thick and big and wild. "This forest is old. Older than me, at least." She walks forward to the boy... noting how strange he seemed to be. He kept on staring and staring.

"Do I have something on my nose?"

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