silver rings and gypsy bells; any

[Maribel]

i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.

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Honestly, the little one is absolutely SHOCKED when daddy pony tells her that he heard her. The small chest puffs up as much as possible and the small skull lifts high as she smiles. "Gonna be like you, dahdee." The tiny palomino moves and rubs against his chest like a little golden kitten when the super duper pretty mare comes over. Maribel's attention is immediately drawn to the nice to look at face as she stares not so subtly with big ole blue eyes. "You heard me TOO?" An even bigger grin crosses her childish features as she laughs and bounds over to the brown lady.

"I like you!" The small voice declares rather forcefully as she stares at Isle then looks back to her father before scooting over to the mare and proceeding to rub her cheek against her chest. "Dahdee, is this mama?" She looks up and over her shoulder at the massive stallion. "Cause I like her." And so the child has decided, in her mind, enthralled with the dark dappled woman.

Plus she smells good and is warm and is pretty and is nice and is pretty and is brown and she is-

"Oh look! A butterfly!"

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(sorry for short words and long wait, forgive me)