silver rings and gypsy bells; any

[Maribel]

i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.

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The child did not notice the looming dark shadow that now cooled her as the sun is blocked out. When the touch of a chill shimmies across her skin does she break away from her little world and the small head turns over her shoulder, eyes meeting knees and slowly crawling up to meet the big face attached to those big knees. And perhaps to his surprise, Maribel does not scare. In fact she gives him the biggest (and a little crooked) smile she can muster. Blue eyes blink against his shadow as little lobes flicker to catch the words.

Maribel turns away from him again, having not answered just yet but the spindly limbs move to lift up her hind end. It was still quite the task to gain control of legs that were the longest part of you. With a few tries, the little rump is up! ...and over right into a heap. The filly snorts her displeasure and tries again but this time she is successful. With a shake, dirt flecks fly and the little girl approaches the stallion rather close. Small muzzle extends and gives him a little nibble on the chest...just to make sure he's real, you know. He's the only other horse she's ever seen in her life. Big eyes shine bright as she smiles up at him again. "Hi I'm Maribel! The voice she has is high and girlish and as bright as those blue, blue eyes. "You're really tall, Off-pring." She was working on the whole talking thing too but as of right now she had a bit of a speech impediment. "Were you borned that way?" She stands almost directly under his chin looking up at him. The little one had not yet learned fear in her short life and her curiosity was insatiable. In fact, just to further her amusement, her coat shifts to a solid black like the stallion. A tiny replicate of the massive equine.

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