♦ Fynnegan ♦
What have I done? Oh, my...Oh, my. This was a terrible idea, what was I thinking. I don't know how to war. I am about as useful as a babe. This air burns and there is too much noise. Why did I leave the Dale? I should have stayed. There is so much going on if I'm not trying to avoid some tree flying up out of the ground I am being chased by some grouchy chamberling. Let me tell you my little itty bitty legs are no good for this kind of work. Oh my, oh my. Why did Weir have to go galavanting off to throw himself into this war? Oh, where did he go? Oh has anyone even seen him? He has poofed before. that little bugger. Oh, my... oh my...
"Weir?!!?"
Oh, what I thinking. I hear a crack behind me and I fly in a series of double barrel kicks, squealing with fright and determination. It was a stupid pine tree excel-o-growing. I move off quickly deeper into the ever growing forest. I figure I will help Weir once I found him. At least, that is what I thought I would do.... but then I got here and it is not a good place to be for little ol me. I don't know what I thought I would do here. snap. I flung myself up in the air whirling towards the sound.
"WEEEIIIIIIRRRR!!!!"
I squeal-shout my usual tenor growing more soprano with each scare. Maybe I should just go back to the Dale. I turn but there are horses, big ones I would never outrun and they are no longer ignoring the little pony.... they look amused and intrigued. I gulp, and mutter under my breath. "oh my... oh my... this is no good."
"WEIR! WEEIIIR!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIR!!!!
I Turn back into the forest and take off at a run, but I know if the other pursue they will easily catch up. This is what I get when I take advice like "don't underestimate your size." and "determination will make you successful. I zig zag through the trees, but still heard others around me. Oh, I do how I find Weir soon.
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