10-10-2015, 01:13 AM
I go to the meadow, in hopes of having some time to talk. I spot a young mare in the distance. Perhaps she's up for a chat. I approach slowly and relaxed. "Hello there. My names Chezter. What about yours?" I say, as calm and relaxed as I hope I appear. In side, I'm worrying about Nadie and the falls. She showed up in such despair, I can't help but worry for her.