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The next day, the Ginger Lady came back, alone this time, but she didn't do anything, she looked at the Mare, longly, before leaving.

She came this way everyday, talking to her, simple things, which the Vasteuro didn't understand obviously, but she could feel this lady wouldn't harm her.

This place wasn't so bad: good grass unaffected by the dry, water, and humid and fresh air. It was so different from where she was with her herd, and she wished she could be there with her herd in a place where they didn't have to spend their time in fresh water or mud to stay cool.

Approximately 2 weeks pasts and she started understanding a few things the lady say, she realized when the biped was talking to her, she wa smaking the sound "Pixy" but she didn't understood what it meant. This strange way of communicating was new to the mare, all verbally, but fewer words said with the body. The total ppposite to the way she communicated

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At some point, the biped changed her overskin.
She always did sure, having different legs or torso throughout the days, but she started to wear a different flowy type of thing that intrigued and scared the mare at the same time.

She wouldn't even talk to her except for some « Bonjour Pixy » and « Bon après midi ! » or « à demain ! ».

She would sit against the wooden structure, and stare at a weird object composed of thin small thin white leaves. She would for hours.

At some point, she even started to read in the enclosure.

It was unfair. The biped was so small she could go in and out of the enclosure as she pleased, while the mare couldn't and was stuck here.

With time, she started to be more and more curious of that weird object, and of the biped.

The only thing stopping her was her fear.

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This Art is Part of the Wild Vasteuro Project by the Vasteuro and Vasteuro-Association
More specifically one of the 2 introdutions to the event that are out of the prompts given for it !

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              Featured Character(s)

   -Pixy-
   Toyhouse






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   Do not Trace, Steal nor Repost my Art
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(c) Art by Bleizez-Art

Description

Previous Chapter   Next Chapter


The next day, the Ginger Lady came back, alone this time, but she didn't do anything, she looked at the Mare, longly, before leaving.

She came this way everyday, talking to her, simple things, which the Vasteuro didn't understand obviously, but she could feel this lady wouldn't harm her.

This place wasn't so bad: good grass unaffected by the dry, water, and humid and fresh air. It was so different from where she was with her herd, and she wished she could be there with her herd in a place where they didn't have to spend their time in fresh water or mud to stay cool.

Approximately 2 weeks pasts and she started understanding a few things the lady say, she realized when the biped was talking to her, she wa smaking the sound "Pixy" but she didn't understood what it meant. This strange way of communicating was new to the mare, all verbally, but fewer words said with the body. The total ppposite to the way she communicated

.

At some point, the biped changed her overskin.
She always did sure, having different legs or torso throughout the days, but she started to wear a different flowy type of thing that intrigued and scared the mare at the same time.

She wouldn't even talk to her except for some « Bonjour Pixy » and « Bon après midi ! » or « à demain ! ».

She would sit against the wooden structure, and stare at a weird object composed of thin small thin white leaves. She would for hours.

At some point, she even started to read in the enclosure.

It was unfair. The biped was so small she could go in and out of the enclosure as she pleased, while the mare couldn't and was stuck here.

With time, she started to be more and more curious of that weird object, and of the biped.

The only thing stopping her was her fear.

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This Art is Part of the Wild Vasteuro Project by the Vasteuro and Vasteuro-Association
More specifically one of the 2 introdutions to the event that are out of the prompts given for it !

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              Featured Character(s)

   -Pixy-
   Toyhouse






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   Do not Trace, Steal nor Repost my Art
   L i n k s

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(c) Art by Bleizez-Art