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She was finally going to get a pony! Granted it wasn't going to be as lovely as the one Tara said she could have. It wouldn't have the wooden shoes to compensate for its short legs, nor would it be gray, but it would be able to speak Yiddish. If everything worked out as it should, she would have a nice cow-spotted pony with soulful brown eyes who was fluent in multiple languages.
All she had to do was deliver a message to Kina.
Easy Enough.
Well, almost easy. It had been a long time since she'd been to Kina's stable. Now, she just had to remember where it was in relation to her own stable, Winged Victory--or was it closer to Rising Star or Rogue's Gallery? Oh! Now she remembered! A beaming expression brightened her impish features as she continued to hopscotch her way to Lion's Pride.
Hopscotching, she decided in reflection, was probably one of the longest modes of travel. At least she made it, though she was quite tired when she managed to hopskipstomp her way to the door of the plantation house. Taking a moment to tidy herself, she smoothed her hands over the front of her crimson and robin's egg blue sundress before thudding her balled up hand against what she presumed to be the front door.
She was finally going to get a pony! Granted it wasn't going to be as lovely as the one Tara said she could have. It wouldn't have the wooden shoes to compensate for its short legs, nor would it be gray, but it would be able to speak Yiddish. If everything worked out as it should, she would have a nice cow-spotted pony with soulful brown eyes who was fluent in multiple languages.
All she had to do was deliver a message to Kina.
Easy Enough.
Well, almost easy. It had been a long time since she'd been to Kina's stable. Now, she just had to remember where it was in relation to her own stable, Winged Victory--or was it closer to Rising Star or Rogue's Gallery? Oh! Now she remembered! A beaming expression brightened her impish features as she continued to hopscotch her way to Lion's Pride.
Hopscotching, she decided in reflection, was probably one of the longest modes of travel. At least she made it, though she was quite tired when she managed to hopskipstomp her way to the door of the plantation house. Taking a moment to tidy herself, she smoothed her hands over the front of her crimson and robin's egg blue sundress before thudding her balled up hand against what she presumed to be the front door.