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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
A...horse lesson. A horse lesson. Hazel lit up, aura flaring with such light it was near blinding to those who could see it. "Of course!" The girl purred, hopping to her paws. Her knowledge of horses was similar to her knowledge of Latin: inexplicably thorough. She wasn't sure where she picked it up or under what circumstances (and there was a reason, mii promised she wasn't bullshitting this) she had gained it from, but it was so second nature she couldn't really find it in her to care.
Tail high, Hazel trotted off, calling for her colt even though she knew he wouldn't like playing student for everyone.
Tail high, Hazel trotted off, calling for her colt even though she knew he wouldn't like playing student for everyone.
★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better