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"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.
(So Shadow's her surrogate mom?)
"I'm sure Shadow would be more than happy to give you advice--" Suddenly he stopped, and saw the brown and white paint mare walking towards the herd. Frowning, he turned to Layla and slowly rose to his feet. "We could practice now. See that mare over there?" He grinned. "Let's go talk to her!"
