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She tears at the blades of dewy grass, chewing quietly she has many thoughts cross her mind. She never had the best up bringing, she was cast aside by her mother as a little filly and never knew her father. But this was alright, this didn't affect her too much, it never changed her current frame of mind when it crossed her mind.
As she continues to nibble at the grass she spots out of the corner of her eyes another horse nearing her slowly and considerately. She makes out like she hasn't yet noticed him impending upon her presence. His stride is confident, his appearance is strong. His coat is like a ray of sunshine with many battle scars.
He is now close enough to strike up a conversation with her, as he drops his head her eyes dart up to his. His voice is masculine, his words roll off his tongue and into her labyrinth. She is now nervous, she doesn't want to come off as needy.
"Hello, I am Lunabelle but please call me Belle."
Yes, keep it short and sweet. She wasn't really one to strike up a conversation but who was she to avert good looking company.
As she continues to nibble at the grass she spots out of the corner of her eyes another horse nearing her slowly and considerately. She makes out like she hasn't yet noticed him impending upon her presence. His stride is confident, his appearance is strong. His coat is like a ray of sunshine with many battle scars.
He is now close enough to strike up a conversation with her, as he drops his head her eyes dart up to his. His voice is masculine, his words roll off his tongue and into her labyrinth. She is now nervous, she doesn't want to come off as needy.
"Hello, I am Lunabelle but please call me Belle."
Yes, keep it short and sweet. She wasn't really one to strike up a conversation but who was she to avert good looking company.