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[Cryil]

Before the striped and spotted male can answer, a fair colored mare approaches with a whinny. Cryil slits her emerald pools at her as Cryil was attempting to have some personal time with the stallion

Cryil snorts and looks at the other woman as her lobes flick back. (Ok Cryil is a teeny bit territorial) She eyes the smaller mare but decides she isn't much of a threat and proceeds to relax her stance. Ears flick forward and she softens her expression slightly. "Hello there." It's a start as the painted beauty attempts communication. Cryil knew that to exist in the herd she must be open to herd members...that's how things worked. Chiseled skull remains lifted as the white and black painted tresses spills down the strength of her neck.

It would be a slow process for her to release the iron clad grip she tends to have on things she likes.

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