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The sun was bright, twinkling brightly between the leaves above as the wind shifted each follicle with its gentle caress. The woods were densely populated, but cutting through them was a path that was well worn by those passing this way to the nearby river. There was a presence on he trail that shone nearly as brightly as the sun above, a mare whose coat made her stand out against the deep greens of spring. Despite this she seemed to fit in among the liveliness of the spring underway.

There were birds flitting here and there above her in the boughs of the trees and small creatures skittering about the floor and between the legs of the colorful mare. She smiled as she watched them, making up stories for them in her mind. They were all so busy with their lives and she enjoyed imagining the lives and families they all must have.

She sighed wistfully and continued on the path she had started, moving away from the river and towards a deeper part of the woods. She had no particular aim in her walk, she was simply wandering. She felt it a perfect metaphor for her life. She'd been drifting lately, unsure what direction she wanted to go in.

Taking an example from her mother, she set out on foot to see where she might go. Glitter had a philosophy that her feet could take her away from any trouble she could ever face and Rocksteady hoped that was actually true.

[center][color=#990000][size=9]A hiss of pain is all she allows herself as his hands viciously grasp her hair. Fighting the urge to reach up and try to ease the hold, she fists her small hands into fists, keeping them lowered at her sides. Due to his exertion of tension, and her own desire to ease the stinging of her scalp, her head falls back, the tendons of her throat straining against her flesh. The impact of his foot against the backs of her knees forces her to kneel before him. Blindly, she reaches out, catching herself before falling to her face on the ground, though his strangle-hold of her hair keeps her from moving far in any case. Rolling her eyes up, she manages to glimpse his maddened expression. "You must be mad," she whispers through clenched teeth. "Or you wouldn't have come here." The words, a quote from a book she read long ago, spring to her mind, and off her tongue, in chagrined amusement. As his shod food makes contact with the center of her back, she pitches forward. Slapping her palms to the ground before her upper body lands, she lessens the pain of impact, taking it all on her arms. Turning her cheek to the ground, she gazes up at him, her gaze calm, nearly empty.[/center][/color][/size]

She accepted the proffered branch, blushing slightly in embarrassment at blundering into the stallion. She felt incredibly foolish at her lack of awareness - it wasn't like her at all. She smiled sheepishly at the stallion saying, "It was really my fault for not watching where I was going, honestly. And my name is Rocksteady." She shook the dust from her coat after being helped to her hooves once more.

She studied this Aoi Sukai curiously, wondering what his story was. Everyone had a story, she's found. She certainly was no exception! "Do you live around here?" Her shyness and embarrassment seemed forgotten as she excitedly asked about him.