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She halted suddently, dust billowing up as her hooves skid against the ground. The gorgeous mare looked into his eyes with her pale blue ones, her long mane blowing in the wind. "Maysoon," she replied shyly and softly, her black forelock blowing over one of her eyes.
"What do you want?" He asked briskly.
I may poof.
"Why, I live here," she said a little bit louder, her thick and hard to understand Arabian accent showing through. "I normally stop and drink the water and rest under the willow, it's a home to me. But I do not mind if you stay."