[open] I had a dream that we were dead; any

[The Tin Man]

Hearts will never be practical,
until they can be unbreakable.
(But I still want one.)

"Well, I'm used to magic, just not this kind," the Tin Man points out. "Also, who are you to say he's not good-looking?"

The Tin Man didn't have much of a special opinion on himself--both humans and horses in his old life had liked the contrast of white spots on a black coat, but it wasn't like the spots helped his jumping or made him run faster, so he'd always been neutral about them.

Plus, how utterly not-caring do you have to be, to come right out with "your family is pretty, but you aren't?" In front of strangers, too?

The Tin Man shook his mane out and took a step towards the not-dead horse. He'd never had much patience with the stereotypical "herd leaders," and Miss Boss-Mare was no different.

The Tin Man