Closing the distance between himself and Holly, the pony nudged her in the back and nickered softly in her ear.
She reached back and scratched him companionably between his eyes and walked on.
He passed her on the road. Walking a few steps ahead of her and Bird, he turned and faced them, refusing to budge. His head and mane shook back and forth furiously at Holly, though she tried her best to coax him on. He looked back over his shoulder, at the road that lay ahead, and shook his mane once again.
[ July 08, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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