Drawing back a leafy branch you spy a pale violet chevei standing all by it's lonesome. Her head is upraised, eyes closed. At the crunching of your footsteps her eyes fly open as she turns towards you. A startled gasp escapes from your lips at the sight of her eyes. Not dark like the other mare's, but a glowing gray color. She gives a hesitant step in your direction, as if unsure. "Regine..." The single word, her name you presume, is heard softly before she dissapears off into the forest.
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