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This is it. She's doing it. All by herself! Well, she pretty much does everything by herself, but details. All that matters is she's doing it! What, you may ask? Why, the tiny young girl is fulfilling a promise. One made to a recently-made friend. And that's what friends do, right? Keep their promises? She hasn't had many friends so far. The big Weir man is honestly the first real friend she thinks she has. That she hasn't made up. Pretend friends are fun too! But real friends, she decides, are pretty awesome. She wants more of them, really. And she thinks if a friend promises another friend something, then a good friend should do all she can to keep it. Weirry wants her to see if she can help find his family, and she really hopes she can. So far, it's been a little bit since she's seen the red speckled-y giant, and she hasn't found them yet.
Enough time has passed for the snow to start melting with the growing warmth of the coming springtime. She is so excited for this! See, Smidgen is a tiny thing, even if she doesn't really know her size. Probably the tiniest horse in all of Beqanna without being a dwarf, especially as a filly still. And for one so tiny, the several inches of snow they had gotten this year had made quite a hindrance to her travels, being much harder for her to pass through. Luckily, though, the meadow had been quite busy of late, so the small girl can jump into different trails left by larger horses. And the cold, white stuff is melting- thank goodness! The thing she is excited most about, though? For this super fluffy coat of hers to shed off! It would still be a little time before that happens, she thinks, but man! she can't wait. One tiny, grey-ish white, fluff ball she is indeed. Ugh.
She carries on with her little-bit-dished head held high, leaked blue eyes bright and scanning the area as she prances along in a trail that was leading her to the more foresty part of the meadow. Ah, good. The snow is even less dense through here, and there are even patches of green grass sprouting through. OOH, yummy! Tummy growling a bit, she stops for a snack. She does well on small and frequent snacks, and under all the fluff has remained a plumpish figure. One not fat, not skinny. Nom nom nom,fresh grass is ever so tasty. She doesn't linger long, though. She has work to do! The girl starts to hum as she trots off, then more or less starts to dance along to her own made-up rhythm, soon becoming distracted by her song and dance. Sidling the treeline, she notices some stand out more, in less of a straight line. So she smiles as she makes a game of weaving in and out, around and about. Such fun!
Suddenly, a fair distance ahead from where she is, somebody appears from within the forest. That isn't the part that surprises her, though. It's the part where the big, broad grey body suddenly stops and makes a mad dash back into the trees. This makes Smidgen stop dead in her tracks, craning her neck to see what in the world of the meadow had startled them. But all she sees is meadow, dotted with other horses in the not-so-distant, not-so-near vicinity. The small girl tilts her head, and walks onward again, curious about the other. She noticed a horse or two had lifted their heads at the action of whoever it was, but they had seemed to shrug it off and go on about their business. Not Smidgen! She wants to see what's up. It doesn't take her too long to find the spot where they had appeared and disappeared. It takes even less time for the cloudy-colored girl to mosey in through the trees and find that pale figure, apparently female, doing her best to hide behind one of the thicker trunks. Smidge can't help but to giggle a little, planting herself on the other side of the tree from the girl, more on the same side as her rump. "Hi!" She spouts in her small and feminine voice, smile wide and bright even in the dimmer light. Her eyes twinkle as she looks up at the white mare (though not as high up as she'd looked at Weir), and then- more musically- she asks, "Why you hidin?"
Smidgen!
small in stature, not heart