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Layla sobbed some more. "Okay..." She sighed, cuddling his shoulder.
"Layla," he sighed, distressed that she was still crying, though not surprised. "Look at me." His brown eyes fixed on her firmly. "Apollo is a very nice colt, but you are going to meet one far, far nicer and kinder, one who will make you wonder why you ever cried for Apollo." Suddenly, he brightened. "You know what? You could talk to your mother. I'm sure she and Flip would agree . . ." he halted for a moment, then continued. "You are old enough to wander about, meet new herds, meet new colts. You could go with a party visiting another herd, or visit with Shadow for a little while. It would allow you to make new friends, and," he winked. "Find your own Apollo."
"Really?" "I will ask Flip, but Mama's dead..." She sighed.