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Columbia smiled sweetly at the mare and acted as friendly as possible, pretending he never had said anything to Ace and that he was perfectly quiet.
She halted in the field and glanced at him from the distance, bending over to take a bite of clovers. Her forelock draped over her cheek and blew in the wind, her curly hoof feathering swaying lightly.
She climbed her way slowly up the hill that poured into Skyherd's valley. A mammoth of white, though huge, she was beautiful, stood on the hill, furrowing as she listened to them childishly bicker.