And I will put enmity between you [Sam pony]

[Wyrm]

:WYRM:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

It was the not-knowing that had Wyrm’s brain ticking. He counts the facts inside his head while the stranger talks: She is female, she is spotted, she is unafraid and surprisingly at odds with herself. The thick mare says things like Blood and Snatched and most importantly, Prey. But what does it all mean? She’s a puzzle half-complete, with enough gaping holes and irregularities that it wouldn’t be far off from the truth if someone thought she was out of her mind. But Wyrm’s been out of his mind for a long time now so he sees what others probably could not.

“Does it matter?” Wyrm asks her, honestly interested to hear her reply. “If I told you ‘yes’ or ‘no’ I could be lying. And if you denied what I told you, then that would mean you would be lying about not knowing.” He offers, voice slackened by a monotone note. “Never ask a question of a stranger that you could figure out yourself.” The green stallion states, easing forward to move past her in an unhurried manner. “My name is Wyrm. Should I call you something specific?” He poses, head turning back to watch her.

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