[ if she thought the mare spoiled, it's not an opinion that extends toward the pegasus. a flash of a grin and she has spun away. she comes back with two more, shoving one at kal before letting the animal have the other. this time, she dares stroke the pristine fur. the color is of freshly fallen snow. the same as she had seen falling in the riverlands.
she wants to see it stretch its wings. she wants wings of her own. powerful ones, like these ones look. she could fly anywhere, and no one could stop her. ]
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she wants to see it stretch its wings. she wants wings of her own. powerful ones, like these ones look. she could fly anywhere, and no one could stop her. ]