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Lyra trotted around in a wide circle, tossing her head and flipping her tail. The other foals stood within the circle she made, anxiously dancing from hoof to hoof.

“Duck, duck, duck…” Lyra chanted in a sing-song voice.

The twins, Colden and Calida, glanced at each other, both foals hoping to be picked. Everything was a competition between them, even this simple game. Ruby sighed where she stood, ears flicking this way and that as they followed Lyra around. Eren, standing next to her, wore his usual bored expression. The two older foals were beginning to regret joining in on this silly game.

”Duck, duck, duck...goose!” Lyra cried, rushing in and pulled on Colden’s tail with her teeth.

The other foal yelped at the sudden assault, whirling around and nearly toppling over. Lyra was already breaking into an all-out-gallop around the circle and Colden had to leap to catch up to her. The two foals raced around as the others cheered until Lyra skidded to a stop where Colden had been standing. The colt followed closely behind, ears pinned behind his head as he panted.

”I win, I win, I win!” Lyra sang, an expression beyond smug plastering her muzzle.

”Yeah, yeah. Ya don’t have to rub it in.” Colden pouted.

”You’re just mad that you’re too slow!” Calida taunted, sticking out her tongue.

The two twins devolved into shouting at each other as they argued. Eren and Ruby sighed with eachother.

”We’re gonna go...do something else.” Eren said awkwardly, backing away.

”Yeah...I think I hear my mom calling me...or something” Ruby muttered.

Lyra glared as the two older foals walked away. she yelled after them, only to be ignored.

As she shouted this, a familiar form came into view. A tall, strongly built stallion approached the foals and Lyra groaned. Jensen, her father, had his characteristic scowl on as he neared his daughter. Lyra squared her shoulders and turned to face him, stubbornness written clear across every feature.

”You shouldn’t be rude to your friends.” Jensen grumbled, staring down his one and only foal.

”Who says? You’re not the boss of me!” Lyra said in retort.

Jensen snorted, lowering his head so they were eye to eye. ”I says. And I am too the boss of you.”

”Nuh-uh! You’re not the lead stallion! Uncle Percy is!” Lyra cried.

Jensen’s ears twitched back against his skull at her words. Though he tried not to show it, there were days it hurt to not be in charge anymore. To see his mares following another stallion. Of course, Lyra couldn’t have known that. She was just prickly by nature and stating facts.

”Uncle Percy is in charge of everyone. But your mother and I are in charge of you.” he said through nearly grit teeth.

”Pfft. You and momma don’t even like each other. You’d rather spend time with Denna.” Lyra mumbled, looking down at her feet.

Jensen’s eyes widened and he felt his cheeks grow hot. It was true that he and Ibis weren’t on...the best terms...but he hadn’t thought others, especially Lyra, had noticed. Was their mutual disdain for each other really so apparent? It was true that they had used and hurt each other...but Jensen didn’t want that bleeding into his relationship with his filly.

”Hey.” Jensen tried to clear his throat past the sudden lump. ”Your mom and I...are very different. But...that doesn’t mean I don’t like her.” he scuffed the ground with a hoof and glanced away. ”Or you.” he added lamely.

Lyra looked up with squinted eyes, suspicious of her normally stoic-grumpy father trying to share feelings. Or whatever.”...you mean it?”

Jensen blew noisey air through his lips and flipped his mane. In an uncharacteristic show of affection, he nibbled quickly at Lyra’s forelock, leaving her somewhat stunned. ”Of course I like you. I...love you. You’re my kid.” he said with a half smile.

Lyra’s face slowly broke out into a huge grin. ”Yeah? You looooove me?” she wheedled. ”My daddy loves me!” she cried out, back to her sing-song voice.

Jensen rolled his eyes and shoved her with his shoulder, nearly toppling her over. ”Keep that noise up, kid, and I’ll take it back.”

Lyra giggled, sidling up to him and nuzzling his shoulder, leaving Jensen with that “warm and fuzzy” feeling he’d heard so much about.

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Lyra trotted around in a wide circle, tossing her head and flipping her tail. The other foals stood within the circle she made, anxiously dancing from hoof to hoof.

“Duck, duck, duck…” Lyra chanted in a sing-song voice.

The twins, Colden and Calida, glanced at each other, both foals hoping to be picked. Everything was a competition between them, even this simple game. Ruby sighed where she stood, ears flicking this way and that as they followed Lyra around. Eren, standing next to her, wore his usual bored expression. The two older foals were beginning to regret joining in on this silly game.

”Duck, duck, duck...goose!” Lyra cried, rushing in and pulled on Colden’s tail with her teeth.

The other foal yelped at the sudden assault, whirling around and nearly toppling over. Lyra was already breaking into an all-out-gallop around the circle and Colden had to leap to catch up to her. The two foals raced around as the others cheered until Lyra skidded to a stop where Colden had been standing. The colt followed closely behind, ears pinned behind his head as he panted.

”I win, I win, I win!” Lyra sang, an expression beyond smug plastering her muzzle.

”Yeah, yeah. Ya don’t have to rub it in.” Colden pouted.

”You’re just mad that you’re too slow!” Calida taunted, sticking out her tongue.

The two twins devolved into shouting at each other as they argued. Eren and Ruby sighed with eachother.

”We’re gonna go...do something else.” Eren said awkwardly, backing away.

”Yeah...I think I hear my mom calling me...or something” Ruby muttered.

Lyra glared as the two older foals walked away. she yelled after them, only to be ignored.

As she shouted this, a familiar form came into view. A tall, strongly built stallion approached the foals and Lyra groaned. Jensen, her father, had his characteristic scowl on as he neared his daughter. Lyra squared her shoulders and turned to face him, stubbornness written clear across every feature.

”You shouldn’t be rude to your friends.” Jensen grumbled, staring down his one and only foal.

”Who says? You’re not the boss of me!” Lyra said in retort.

Jensen snorted, lowering his head so they were eye to eye. ”I says. And I am too the boss of you.”

”Nuh-uh! You’re not the lead stallion! Uncle Percy is!” Lyra cried.

Jensen’s ears twitched back against his skull at her words. Though he tried not to show it, there were days it hurt to not be in charge anymore. To see his mares following another stallion. Of course, Lyra couldn’t have known that. She was just prickly by nature and stating facts.

”Uncle Percy is in charge of everyone. But your mother and I are in charge of you.” he said through nearly grit teeth.

”Pfft. You and momma don’t even like each other. You’d rather spend time with Denna.” Lyra mumbled, looking down at her feet.

Jensen’s eyes widened and he felt his cheeks grow hot. It was true that he and Ibis weren’t on...the best terms...but he hadn’t thought others, especially Lyra, had noticed. Was their mutual disdain for each other really so apparent? It was true that they had used and hurt each other...but Jensen didn’t want that bleeding into his relationship with his filly.

”Hey.” Jensen tried to clear his throat past the sudden lump. ”Your mom and I...are very different. But...that doesn’t mean I don’t like her.” he scuffed the ground with a hoof and glanced away. ”Or you.” he added lamely.

Lyra looked up with squinted eyes, suspicious of her normally stoic-grumpy father trying to share feelings. Or whatever.”...you mean it?”

Jensen blew noisey air through his lips and flipped his mane. In an uncharacteristic show of affection, he nibbled quickly at Lyra’s forelock, leaving her somewhat stunned. ”Of course I like you. I...love you. You’re my kid.” he said with a half smile.

Lyra’s face slowly broke out into a huge grin. ”Yeah? You looooove me?” she wheedled. ”My daddy loves me!” she cried out, back to her sing-song voice.

Jensen rolled his eyes and shoved her with his shoulder, nearly toppling her over. ”Keep that noise up, kid, and I’ll take it back.”

Lyra giggled, sidling up to him and nuzzling his shoulder, leaving Jensen with that “warm and fuzzy” feeling he’d heard so much about.