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Another day, another adventure. The little green girl has made the playground her home, having explored nearly every inch of it over the past few weeks. She knew the familiar faces and those who were new to the area. Todays’ exploration brought her to a thicker copse of trees, and she could hear voices beyond the treeline. As she sidled closer to the voices, she caught movement low to the ground. She cocked her head as what looked like a dog backed up a step. Undeterred, Fern pressed forward.
“Psssst” she whispers to the little canine girl, sidling up next to her but crouching down enough that she won’t be seen by the other foals. Fern realized that if she’d been able to use her invisibility at this moment, it would make for much better sneaking. But much to her chagrin, it wasn’t something she knew how to control yet.
“Do you think we should jump out and scare them or would that be mean?” Fern asks, debating if such a thing would win her new friends or scare them away. She learned early on that not everyone shares her sense of humor, but she means well. “Or we could just go say hi?” she added, seemingly as an afterthought. But Fern didn’t want the girl to think she was a bully. The girl had a tendency to act first and ask questions second, but one thing she had learned is that doing so tended to hurt others’ feelings if she wasn’t careful. That was the last thing she wanted.
The little green and white girl thought nothing of the girl’s appearance. She’d never met a ‘normal’ puppy, or a wolf pup, or a hellhound so she couldn’t distinguish between what was normal and what was less normal. She’d seen coyotes before, but only ever from a distance since they were skittish creatures. But Fern had accepted Beqanna’s propensity for all things strange without second thought. Her mother was more content to spend her time with plants than other living creatures. Fern, on the other hand, loved it all equally. Such was evident by the girl’s appearance. Some little girls might wear flowers in their hair and keep themselves neat and tidy. Not Fern. The little green and white girl was covered in dirt, grass stains, bits of grass, and flower petals - all remnants of her explorations in the playground.
Needless to say, appearance wasn’t super important to Fern. So the girl wasn’t distracted by the puppy-girl’s appearance in the least - she was more focused on this quickly developing game of hide-and-seek-tag that no one but Fern knew they were playing.
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