Behave yourself little Darling ( Magnus, Johnathen, Any)

[Becca]

The Golden Princess

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around

The damsel turned her head towards the horizon, it seemed as if Jonathan had stopped in his steps, as he neared the border. Did he know where the playground even was?  Lifting her muzzle she hailed to him to return to her side, she didn't exactly enjoy when he wandered off by himself. But at some point in his life he would have to write his own journey and, make his own decisions without her guiding him through life.

Her attention remained upon the small silhouette of her child, until she heard a question witch appointed her attention upon the dashing stallion she called a friend. Becca briefly stood in silence staring as if she were spaced out then quickly answered in a soothed tone," Well, I've mainly been hanging around Heavens gates." she paused, " I have also been in the meadow, haven't yet made too many friends, but just enough." she smiled exhaling.

"otherwise it's been quite quiet for me." she added politely. " Any new faces joining the gates lately?" she enjoyed his company, for he was one of the few faces she knew around Heaven, he and Mast were the only ones she knew. Her dark chocolate lobes perked in his direction, somehow she felt more comfortable around him than many other horses, it was just so easy to open up and talk to him.

becca

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