A New Life's

[sweetooth]

"Forest? Where did this forest come from?"

"You walked into it remember?"

"Who said that?" Looking around the lush foliage of the new land he was in. Funny, last thing he could recall was being in a meadow, sure there was a forest by it, but this surely couldn't be the place. No way, absolutely not, this couldn't be the place.. Could it? But hey, I don't remember getting this scar on my leg? What? A scar? No way.. Can't be. As he looks down to look at this front legs he notices a scar on his left upper thigh. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"Wow, you really can't remember anything can you?"

"O.k. Who's out there?" As he looks around he doesn't see anyone, there isn't even any of the foliage moving, what a nice day he thought himself.

"Just a friend." Still confused, he starts running, faster and faster to get away from this 'friend', dodging in between trees and bushes.

"Do you really think you can escape me?" Faster and faster, Who is this guy? Why won't he leave me alone? he thought to himself left then right then left and left and right. So many trees, so many bushes. Where did it all come from? Where was my meadow? Where was my clan? My wife and my kids? I have a wife and kids? A clan? What's a clan? What's a meadow too? Wow, where did that come from?

"Look out."

"Why? ... Oh sh..." He says, trying to stop. Hooves digging into the ground, but with the speed he was going, they needed just a little bit longer to stop. Bam! Into a tree he goes.

"Now look what you did, and I just wanted to be friends. Let me help you." His body starts to shake then suddenly stops.

"That's better, I have room to stretch." Stretching, he looks at the tree that he ran into and glares at it, staring it down. Finally, realizing that he can't win, he turns around.

"Too bad your not the sharpest knife in the kit.. Meh, I wouldn't even call you a knife. More like a spoon. Hah. Now let's see what you got us into here." He looks around once more. Looking somewhat confused he starts walking the way 'he' came from. He starts to whistle, a tune from old that he taught 'himself'. "Now where are we? Aahh yes, this forest. Hhmm, wonder how we got here." Continuing to walk n whistle, he ignores all the other signs of wildlife in the area, some of the eyes watching him, some just passing idly by.

[Gertrude]

GERTRUDE

He must be crazy. It was sad really.

Gertrude had escaped her parents and their monotonous journey a few days ago. They had been held up in that cave for far too long and she was restless, even a close call with a cougar could not stop her. She had followed the original path down the mountain, the one they took up, passing idly by the pool where the attack had taken place. She could scarcely remember it and only the bruising on her shoulder gave any indication she had been struck. It was still slightly tender. From the mountain’s shadow then she had followed the path back to the meadows, and soon she hoped she would reach her beach home once more. The sound of the ocean, the spray of the water filled her with glee, yet every so often her flesh burned with shame.

Now the little filly had been tracking, much like the cat that attacked her, a stallion who would look just like her, were it not for his longer hairs’ colouration. In fact, it might have been her father. But she assumed Values was still safely stashed away with ‘Monsieur.’ Stupid name. On top of appearance however, this creature did not have the same sort of demeanour she often admired her father for, no he was rather humorous. Gertrude found herself giggling in hysterics every so often. She would cock her brow and eye him suspiciously like a dark little shadow among the trees.

A large number of trees, she thought he might go careening into them. Contempt rose in her stomach. She laid herself though in the undergrowth, and watch, then quickly stifle laughter. Sometimes, when she could not help herself, the child-mare would burst into an outrageous string of laughter and then disappear like the Iroquois attacking the French, and come from a different direction. (That’s right, allusions to history! Cheesy XDD) Eventually however, she could not take it, and pressed her heels into the soil and debris, leaping from where she hid to face the mad beast.

“What’s a spoon?” her voice chimed. One eye was wide, and the other narrowed to penetrate the gaze of the black stallion. Threw the white of her mane she watched him for movement, and listened. Gertrude of course was not stupid; although it could be up for question.

[sweetooth]

"AAAHHHH!!!" He screams and jumps high into the air.

"You shouldn't scare .. people? Yes, we are people. You shouldn't scare people like that, you almost woke me up!" He said to the new comer.

Hhmmm. Someone knew. Someone? Or something? he thought to himself, starring at this.. What is that anyways? Some kind of creature walking on four straight things.. Hhhmmm.. Interesting. I like the way she moves. At least I think it is a she, must find out, but that means I'll have to speak and that's no fun..

"A spoon? What is this spoon? You are talking to me right? Well, I think a spoon is something that you do something or some stuff with... I think" Still staring at this thing in front of him. Such a lovely body, that's the right word right?

"Anyways, what are you?" Looking up and into her dark but unusually bright eyes. You like her don't you? 'He' said to himself'

"Shut UP!" He yells while closing his eyes, looking back at her, "Sorry, not you. But see, I told you would wake him up. How very rude. That was very very rude." Aaww, don't be like that, she seems friendly and is very attractive, just look at those things in her head.. There so bright but dark at the same time. It's mesmerizing. Come on. Speak up. He heard 'himself' speak in his head.

"So, what is your.. Your.. Name? Yes, that is the word. What is your name mystic beast of black n white from the land of the all mighty and fearful bushes of random land, that chooses to grace me with your presence..?" He said while he bows down, gets back up and winks with both eyes.

"...And if you don't mind me asking, where are we? I don't know. I think this is a forest of some strange thing. But I KNOW that it isn't the meadow which I think we came from. There was one near it though .. I already had that argument with me and we came up with that being an impossibility. So I am out of ideas."

[Gertrude]

GERTRUDE

Two steps back, then three, and then four. A safe distance where she could easily flee without being jumped on or kicked at, and without being hurt or in this case landed on if he spooked and truly jumped. Gertrude listened attentively, her interest in what exactly a spoon was happened to be about as great as her amusement with the nutter stallion. She grinned widely. Yet he was quick a frustration. Her muscles were tense in seconds and her face stern despite the glowing curiosity. “Um. Sorry,” she said tentatively, and trotted to his side all the while keeping a good few tail lengths of distance.

The look of him could have left a bad taste in her mouth. Something, indeed, reminded her of the mountain pool and the blotted body that had once been a great predator, it’s head smashed in, crushed in a most grotesque way, one leg sticking out at an awkward angle. It had made her stomach lurch; now the memory did again. “Yes I’m talking to you.” Severity became confusion. Gertrude took another step back, her skin burning once more. She was listening to all this insanity, and her question was still not answered. It had been much more fun to watch than to confront.

He sure was eyeing her funny. And the stallion did not know what she was! Madness. Truly his mind must have cracked. “I’m a-”

“Shut up!” She was silenced, leaping into the air. How dare he ask her a question and cut her off. But Gertrude let the fur on her back drop. It was just this pestilence he was stricken by at work. She carefully considered his question.

“Why I’m a tree of course. I live on the beach. All beach trees can walk, don’t you know that?” she had a matter-of-factly ring to her, the voice of a filly who spoke to a sheltered colt. It could be that observation was not the way to live one’s life. “And my name is Gertrude, you are? You came into the forest a while ago mister, flying right in. Flying, you must be a bird!” Her eyes were vibrant and excited, but inside them was a dim flicker of humour, dark amusement, which came for a blink and vanished. She was the perfect image of inquisitive-foal.

[sweetooth]

"A tree? Not just any tree but a BEACH tree? This is so exciting.. and what was that. I'm a bird? I can fly? Oh my god? I have a god? What's a god? Oh well, this is so intense I can't stand it." He said, which after words he moves over to a tree and rubs up against it. "Ooohh thats better."

"So your name is Gertrude?" He said in a calmer tone. "What .. Is our name?"

"I don't know, what do you want it to be? How about... Tim? No? O.k. Then lets go with. Takyr. Our name for now is Takyr."

"Sounds good to me. Oh, by the way. I may not remember much but I know that this 'foal' . Which is a young tree. Or more commonly known as a 'beach tree'. Is too young for you. I am sorry my .. 'friend' ... But you two can only be friends." He said in a sad, sympathetic tone for his 'friend'. "I am sorry that I have not been behaving my..."

"EH!.. You don't get to talk. No. I had to wait to get out here so so can you.. Imbe.. Imbe..Imbecile? Yes. Yes, that is the word.. Shut up you imbecile. It's not my fault you ran into that tree." He says to himself as he starts looking at the tree he was just using as a scratch post.

"But you ..." He says, turning to the old new-comer. "I do have to thank you, for since before now I did not know what I was. But now that I know that I am a bird. It was a bird right? Yes, of course it was. I can sore out of this weird place of greenishness back to someplace somewhere." All the while he was trying to fly. With many failed attempts from jumping into the air and just falling down.

"I can't seem to fly too well. Maybe I am a walking bird.. Yes, that must be it. Well thank you my good friend ... Gertrude?.. Yes. Thank yo..."

"A spoon is a thing that.. Humans? I think that's what they are, the things that walk on two straight things instead of four like us beach trees and birds. Well, I believe it is something they use to eat liquid type things with. So it doesn't spill or get there hooves dirty.. I am certain that that is what a spoon is. Who knows. Let me run into a tree again.. Not you.. And I might know more.." He said while walking a bit closer, then veering off to go in the direction that Gertrude came from. Inspecting it for some type of contraption that she might of used to jump out at him. After several seconds of searching. He stops, looks at Gertrude then does one more attempt at flying. Only to be defeated by gravity. Giving up once more he trots off in the direction he thinks he was heading. Starting to whistle 'his' tune again. Forgetting that Gertrude is there. Still watching him.

[Gertrude]

GERTRUDE

She continued to watch him backing up whenever he came too close. Gertrude’s feet shifted the leaves noisily. She had noticed this use of ‘our’ by now, and found it quite peculiar. Who else was he talking too, besides himself? There certainly was no one around. She quickly resolved to ask her parents. “Takyr. Good to know.” The stallion had returned to him mad rambling now though, so the young mare said no more, instead she busied herself nosing around in the undergrowth, an ear propped up to listen behind her.

Every so often the ground would rumble, and she would glance up to see him leap into the sky as if he actually thought he could fly. Her eyes lit with fire, and she found herself laughing quietly. Slowly, Gertrude turned and slinked towards Takyr to interrupt his string of thought. “Hmm,” she began thoughtfully, circling around him, glaring like a vulture. She examined his legs closely, it was the nearest she had come yet, then his shoulders, although she had to jump to see. “No, your wings are just broken. You should get some new ones in the Mountains. All birds get their wings in the Mountains.” Assessment complete she stepped backwards and continued to rummage, eagerly chomping whichever plant looked and smelled most appetizing. The current was most bitter though, and she spat it out, twisting her face.

“Humans!” she barked, and her head whipped back to see Takyr dash off. It was another remote feeling word, but she understood it was meant to be alive like herself. She dropped her ears at the tune suddenly in the air, breaking all thought. Placed a leg forward to walk, and pulled it back. “You ought to come get your wings fixed mister.”

[sweetooth]

OOC : Just in case anyone else who is reading an hasn't figured it out yet. My character has a split personality. When the words "are like this, it means it is one personality talking" This is that personality but in his head And "this is the other personality." As well as this but that is in his head as well. Sorry if there was any confusion there.

IC: Takyr stops whistling, turns around to face Gertrude. What are mountains? He thought to himself. Moun.. tains? No. She didn't, did NOT!, say mountains, she clearly said meadow. She is gonna lead us back to our meadow.. I think. No, I don't think.. That's an understatement. ... I know she is. Talking to himself in his head, he forgot what Gertrude said about his wings until she said it again.

"My wings are broken you say? Well how rude, how very rude. Who would break my wings. That is not nice. Not nice at all." He said all this while pouting until he remember that she said the name Takyr. Giving Gertrude a confused look he asks.

"Who's this Takyr?"

"You, you idiot! Can't you remember anything for five bloody ... What's the word, has to do with the thing that passes. Tables? No, tins? No, definitely not. Hhmm.. maybe, marbles? Yes! That's it! That's it! Can't you remember anything for 5 marbles? And you thought I couldn't remember much." Saying it with as much sarcasm as he could. "Just do us a favor and run into a tree. It would make it easier on both of us. Well.. That's a lie, it would make it easier on me."

Taking a few steps to the side of Gertrude, he stops randomly and attempts to dig. He continues to argue with himself about who he is. With the only audible things coming out of his mouth being "Shut th.." "White paper what?" and "American".

"So, we can fix our wings at this meado..."

"MOUNTAIN!"

"I was sure she said meadow. Not this mou.. mount.. Meadow.."

"Well whatever, lead the way to this meadowy mountain so we can fix our wings and leave this not meadowy place." He said to Gertrude while putting his noise to what she spit out. "Do beach trees not like this stuff? What about birds? Do we like it? I have never tried it so I don't know. Looks good, well, it did."

"What else to birds like? I can't remember the last time I was a bird. But then I have never talked to a beach tree either. Oh well, get to see new things everywhere" He said very happily. Almost too happy, it was unnatural at how happy he said it. Grinning, he puts his head back down to eat some of the grass. He doesn't chew it, he just swallows it down with a loud gulp.

[fatalfringe]

*now this is highly .. well odd ... not that I'm complaining but seriously what the hell?*

fatal fringe stood and stared at the "odd couple" that she had come upon within the deep forest that she had decided to wander into after she had fled her childhood farm. And in her attempts to run from everything that she knew she had come upon these strange two. and they were far from the familiar. thought that may have only been because she had ran far from that horrible horrible place. she shuddered as the memories flooded back to her .. ..* all that blood.. there was so much blood*

"MOTHER!!" Fatal fringe cried out as she 'awoke' from her daze.

*oh no they must have heard me* she fled behind a near by clump of trees. *oh what am i going to do? what if I'm disturbing them? what if they aren't friendly? oh what am i going to do.. i don't want to run.. i mean they .. they could.. be nice*

[Gertrude]

GERTRUDE

Each time he moved she continued to dance around him. When he returned she dropped her ears back against her head, mulling over why she had called him back and why she had bound herself to him, to bring him back to the Mountains. Gertrude let the battle raging in his mind pass right over her, and jumped straight to the end. Feverishly she shook her head back and forth. “Mountains. Mountains. They’re big and rocky. Don’t you know that?” Having said this, she thought for a moment, her eyes trailing up into the trees. Quietly, and distantly she continued, “Well, there are meadows there, I guess. But they are in the mountains.” Takyr was no longer paying her attention though.

With a huff, the filly returned to what she had previously eaten, arching her head and sniffing at it gently. She wrinkled her head in disgust. She shook her head once more, ambling over to where she had found the plant and gesturing for him to follow. “We trees don’t, but birds eat it all the time!” she explained enthusiastically. Gertrude flicked her head to the long slender leaves of the plant. “You should try some, not that stuff over there, here. Grass is awful stuff! Try some, then we can go.” As the words left her mouth, she immediately snapped her head up, her ears refocusing and now perched high on her skull. Her tail twitched, but she was otherwise still. Mother!

It only took Gertrude a moment’s decision before she charged towards the sound, uniquely equine. She thought again of the pool, her head high, as she smelled the air for signs of the cats. It sent a familiar chill through her veins. Despite this noisy entrance, Gertrude slowed as she approached where she thought the noise had sounded from and backed cautiously into the trees, her knees bent low to the ground. The blob continued on. A thick body and slender neck; her fear evaporated. “Come back!”

[sweetooth]

What, meadow? See! He said to himself after swallowing the last bit of grass he had in his mouth. Am I suppose to do something with this other then .. swallow? He thought to himself.

"Meadows on big rocky things? You said that, stuff that goes up high in the sky, has my meadow! Oh! Well now.. We'll just have to go get it back then." Takyr said with a bit of pride in his voice.

"So we like this stuff eh? But trees don't. Hhmmm.. Looks tasty" He said after sniffing the stuff Gertrude spit out once more.

"Mother? I don't have a mother. Do I? Your not messing around with me are you, and there is nobody else in here right?" Takyr said to himself out loud.

"Mother? What's a mother?"

"Well that answers my question."

After convincing himself that there was no one else in his head by the name of 'mother'. He continued to sniff around until he say Gertrude dart off into the brush. Confused but wanting to join in, he follows. Ooohhh we're chasing something we're chasing something! This is gonna be fun!

Running after Gertrude proved not to be easy. Small trees run faster then birds apparently. We have to get our wings back! Then we will FLY! We will fly so fast that we will be able to past this beach tree. So fast that we can catch whatever she is chasing without evening knowing it! It will be..... FUN!

Finally coming into site of Gertrude again, running past he continues to stare at her, smiling at how fun this was until BAM!. Into another tree he goes. Once more his body starts to shake and stops as he gets up.

"I'm FREE! I am finally free! God awful place. Can't stretch in there.." He said, first part he was practically shouting, then go back down to his normal tone. He looked in the direction at which Gertrude was looking and saw some of the foliage move.

"Something fun!" He said eccentrically then raced off after it, forgetting to close his mouth he gets a branch in it. Not knowing what to do he closes his mouth and continues to run, ripping the branch off from the tree. Running faster and faster, the branch still in his mouth, he catches up to this mover of foliage but suddenly trips in the hole he was digging earlier. What the, were we not just here? Yes you were, I dug that hole. Now I would appreciate it if you would GET OUT! It's bad enough I'm back here again.

"HE FELL BEACH TREE!!"

"Shut up.. do you need to make that thing run any faster? I was having fun. I fell on purpose, yes that's right, on purpose to give the blob another chance." He said, trying to convince himself that it was not an accident. After getting up he decides to wait for Gertrude to show up if that little beach tree ever would.

[fatalfringe]

*comeback?? they want me to come back?? but why? *

Fatal fringe huddled in the brush .. contemplating her situation. when she heard a branch snap .. *oh no they're coming to get me!! they ARE MEAN!! *she thought in a panic, but as she turned to flee from her hiding place and away from the two horses chasing her, she heard a loud thud.

*now that cant be good* she paused .. then decided she might as well see what had happened to the two horses .. * they may not like me but i have no reason to want them to be hurt. maybe i should just look.. maybe they're ok .. and if they are .. then i can go ..but .. but what if they aren't* she gulped at that last thought.

eventually her curiosity got the best of her and she peeked out of her little hiding spot, to find a pair of horses .. one small and one that seemed to be half-upside-down .. (yes u can be half upside down) *they don't look mean .. well that one looks kinda weird .. but he's probably a few stirrups short of a saddle .. i mean did he just say that he fell on purpose? yup he's definitely a little off..*

upon deciding that she was at least relatively safe .. especially from the larger one .. she slowly inched herself toward them .. but she never looked away from them . so not to give them a chance to attack her unknowingly.

[Gertrude]

GERTRUDE

“It is very tasty,” she informed him, nodding her head vigorously in response. Gertrude was disappointed when he did not actually bend to try the plant. Her face fell. Then came the noise, and she was off. In the distance as she followed the blob of streaking horse she could only vaguely hear the newest cries of Takyr behind her. Eventually the sound of cracking branches led her to believe that he was following along. She furrowed her brow, and shot a glance back, her eyes scornful. When she looked forward again she had lost sight of the animal she followed, and sniffed the air once more. Female was the only bit of evidence she found.

She scanned the area vigorously, her heart pounding in her chest, steadying her breath. Gertrude dropped her eyes to the ground and relaxed her muscles, eyes closed. She felt her heart and stomach clench together. She had lost the blob. The filly shook her head and pivoted to return when she saw Takyr dive suddenly for the earth. Crying in surprise, she raced forward. “He fell beach tree!” Watching him raise she felt the weight in her body lift, pleased at the lack of broken legs. Her attention diverted again though, a rustling noise this time. Not too far from where they stood together, she spotted a head poking out from the foliage ahead. It had the most peculiar of markings, in her opinion.

“Hey! Why you runnin’?”

OOC; I must say I feel like all my writing is really jerky and awkward. Is this just me? It feels off.

[sweetooth]

OOC: It seems fine to me. But I would have to read some More of your earlier work to see if there is a difference. Only spot that I see repeated is because I added stuff that Gertrude would of done before she ran off. I don't know though. First time doing this ^.^ how am I doing?

IC: "THE BLOB HAS A HEAD!! Looks kinda like you Gertrude.. Are you two .. sib.. rel.. sire.. Relat.."

"RELATED!?!?!"

"Yes.. Re..lated..?" Takyr asked, still having troubles with the word. Looking down at the hole he fell in he had the sudden urge to fill it up. Like hell you do. You are NOT touching my hole. Hell no. no no no no no yes .. NO.. no no.

"But another bird or even a tree could fall into it. It's a ha.. had..haz.. It's dangerous.. " He said, sounding a bit depressed from being told that he can't fill in the hole which he currently hated for tripping him.

"It gets in a birds way, just coming out of nowhere. Except, I 'totally' knew about it. That's why I went for it. I wanted the give the blob a chance to get a head start. Didn't I already say that? No? Awesome." That is why I dug it. so it would trip you and wake me up. Failed, but was still funny to see.

"So disturber of the foliage.."

"Why were you disturbing the foliage?"

"What did they ever do to you? Well?!?!" Takyr said. His voice switching tones and speeds with every sentence. Wonder why her.. Whatever that stuff that both birds and trees have, is that colour. Maybe she is sick!?! After asking himself this he finally gives into the urge and starts to fill the hole.

"NO NO STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!"

"What does it look like" Finally finishing the task he looks at Gertrude and gives a little smirk. He then turns to face the disturber of foliage and asks.

"So why did the fun stop? Birds like running after other tree's and birds. Didn't you know that? I was having so much fun that I couldn't believe it and ran into a tree and now I'm here and that it was fun and that I was eating a branch thingy and then fell, which was totally on purpose you know, and then I was here then she was here now you are here and we are here and then I started to fill in this hole and then I told you a story about how much fun I was having and how.." Takyr was saying really fast and without taking any breathes. His voice starts to get quiet with the lack of air in his body and he passes out. Only to wake up and say.

"Where am I? Who are you? What is this place? 'What' are you?" then passes out again. Once more he gets up.

"Bastard!! He tricked me. I fell and he tried to get out. Not nice.. And here I am trying to get our meadow out of the sky for us... Anyways.. You!" He nudges to-wards the old new comer. "What and how are you, where are you and why?" Waiting patiently he goes back a couple spots and starts chewing on the branch that flew from his mouth when he fell.

[fatalfringe]

*ok thats it .. I'm just going ignore him .. he's WAY too many straws short of a bale i mean wow .. just wow ... he just asked himself what he was doing!! ok ok ... now on to the question at hand.. the SANE one*

fatal fringe cocked her head to one side * now what should i tell them ... I'm certainly not going to tell them that i was afraid .. not a chance .. i .. had forgotten something .. no .. no ... i heard a noise .. but what .. think think ... i heard my mother . calling yes yes . wait is that too cheesy .. what if they know that she's ... she's ... no .. no they cant know.. they could never know .. I'm too far ... way too far away for them to know .. what happened . ..*

she cleared her throat .. " I'm sorry if i startled you .. two .. but just as i happened to come upon you two i thought i had heard my mother calling me.. so i ran to answer her .. until .. until i remembered that she isn't anywhere near here .. no .. no .. she's .. she's ... in the alps .. she recently headed to the alps .. she always wanted to visit them you know .. though she never really planned to .. but she left once i was old enough to fend for myself .. which i am .. old enough i mean .. and she's probably very happy there .. now .. with no reason to be calling me.."

she paused again .. " speaking of .. being old enough .. aren't you a little young to be wandering on your own like this.. i mean .. he" fatal fringe gestured toward the horse who was chewing on the branch .. " defiantly isn't your father .. well .. if he is .. i am greatly sorry for you .. so where are your parents little one ... and you .." she looks to the strange horse again " aren't you a little old to be wandering on your own .. i mean shouldn't you be with a herd some where .. shouldn't someone be watching you .. making sure that u don't get hurt .. i mean you are probably in more danger than the little one over here"

fatal fringe steps closer to the younger horse .. "does he seem a little OFF to you?" she whispers

she steps back and introduces herself .. " forgive my manners ,.. i have forgotten to introduce myself .. my name is fatal fringe . .. though there is nothing fatal about me if you don't mind me saying.. " .. "oh and who may i ask are you two?"

[Gertrude]

GERTRUDE

She felt him hit the ground but did not take a second glance in the stallion’s direction. He had become insignificant, completely unimportant, when measured against this new arrival. Certainly she was a mare who prioritized whoever might serve her better. The first thing she observed was how long-winded this girl was. She spread her mouth into a wide grin. Aw, family history. “That’s the way it is, they kick us out when we’re old!” she said with a great nod. “I don’t know what alps are.” Gertrude could here Takyr munching away in the background. She took a step closer to the new stranger tentatively.

Her face fell and she screwed up her eyes in annoyance. Gertrude stomped a foot hard onto the ground, it sunk into the damp foliage and pulled out with a sclurch. “I’m just small is all! But no worries,” she stepped closer as the mare did, having taken in her clear impression of Takyr, and Gertrude too lowered her voice to a hiss, “we’re not family here. He seems mad. Just mad!” She raised her head gingerly as she again was left alone.

“Gertrude, and Takyr? There’s got to be more than Takyr there, Fringy,” the filly skipped forward, dancing around Fatal Fringe, and a bubbly laugh lit in her wake. Perhaps she too was mad. Without stopping, or even pausing, she turned her head so that only the mare could see her face. “We’re going to the Mountains to get back his wings. You ought to come with, Fringy.” Gertrude winked hard and bounced back towards Takyr, and in fact, the direction in which they would need to travel. Not so much as a leaf flying into the air.