The stallion seems clearly distracted, asking where they had come from after brushing water droplets from his flesh. My crimson face tilts as I watch him before motioning to the scraggly pine just a short distance away from where they stood now. "We were taking shelter from the rain right over there," I sweep my nose towards the tree. "My name is Demi, and this is Ruhr," my mismatched eyes look to the feathered stallion beside me. "That was quite the rainstorm... Are you just passing through?" The ebony and amethyst stallion looked to be on a mission of sorts. Curiosity arose within me on why he had the aura of determination surrounding him.
Her appearance will be noted
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