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I'm better now.
I just had a random stomach problem yesterday.
Weird...
Anyway...
Ivy trotted toward Dahlia, Achillia tagging along behind. Dappledsnow had announced earlier that day, in perfect Equine/whatever language the horses are using, that he was now a weanling and had left for the hills. Ivy had been surprised and heartbroken, but she knew it was only right. She guessed he would become a loner, which wouldn't be good for him, but might be better for the herd as a whole. Achillia, now, would be a problem. She was like the world's cutest palomino leech, and she literally sucked Ivy's bodily fluids. In this case, her milk.
"How's Phoebe?" Ivy asked Dahlia, showing her teeth to Achillia, who was again endeavoring to nurse for the fifth time that day. Five, Ivy had decided, was the limit.
(Very weird indeed.
)
Dahlia smiled, Pheobe prancing in the background. "She's good."
