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[Eld]

Just throw it back, for one more night On a starlit and moon-struck night. The Falls were quiet in a way that the beaches were at the end of a long, summer's day. When the sun was just about to stretch it's last rays of light across the shoals. It is peaceful in the way that wandering the woods in the afternoon sun was, yet lonely like the long, cold nights in winter. I had met few, and perhaps, perhaps that was what the Falls had to offer in it's residents. That both pleased and shocked me. Pleased, because let's face it. I was not the most flattering of creatures to make friends, and shocked because the Falls was a place full of wonders, of a beauty unrefined and yet polished at the same time. I spot him, the bay steed from the meeting -- I remembered him because his words stuck in my head. Go and roll in the water or something. Oh yes, I remember him vividly. This time however I notice his salt and peppered sprinkling along his face, his mane. He had weathered many things by the look of it, and it shaped him in a way that the wind wears down stone, the way the crashing waves bear down against the chalky white surface. I watched him with moss green eyes, my pace had slowed to a jog, a shuffle of feathers and clunky hooves. He calls to me then and my strawberry lobe captures it; like spider tendrils grasping a fly. A vague compliment, well, that's much better than what he had said to be before. I give a brash snort, nostrils fluttering. 'Wallflowers can scrub up well, with a bit of sun and water.' there is a heartiness in my chuckle, bright eyes ever watchful as they quietly observe him. I step ever nearer until I'm up close. A bearable distance. I nod my head, a dip of my muzzle, deep towards my chest. Texas. I vaguely remembered. Shatter Me had called him such. I nodded again, agreeing in ways. 'No, not quite.' Curtains of red mane fall across my face, eyes just about catching his friendly gesture. 'Texas. It's good to meet you, well, better than last time.' I laugh, a strange mixture of a tone, it is neither the gentle lull of a bird's wing nor the gasping choke of a gull. It is just me, it is just Eld. 'Eld. I'm Eld. Simple.' I pause, then shake my head, a twisting form took my lips, 'Well, not simple just.. ah. Never mind.' My plume strokes my hocks, snapping at the irritating buzzes that bite and gnaw at my tender flesh. 'How is the day treating you, Texas?' The ground did fold and eat us both But all my love, I did devote. - resident of the falls -