The blue moon, again. Now she knew a little bit more what it was. Stories about beloved, that where missing, or dead family. When it was blue moon, everyone hided. Luckily Dhaeru had no family or a beloved partner. Well, maybe that wasn't lucky. But oh well, Dhaeru was happy the way she was now. She lowered her head and began nibbling at the grass. Her tail was striking against her belly, without the presence of flies or anything like that. So it was mid day, the sun was shining, the birds tjielped and a fox ran toward some bushes. It was a lovely day. Yes, and now stop. You’re sounding like an idiot. Maybe that was good. No more wandering about nature. Like she was a noob or something. Dhaeru chuckled and shook her mane. Her white muzzle was formed to a smile. The blue moon, something to worry about, it wasn't something cool and the shades smelled like dead herself. Not a pretty smell. Well, how could you smell the death? It was unusual to say you could smell the death, if you never were dead before. Maybe you could smell the scent of a rotting body? Or rotten eggs? Maybe. But you couldn’t tell if you actually smelled the death herself. That’s just stupid. The calm flow of a river Dhaeru found helped her relax. Dhaeru was always thinking to much when she was nervous, this was the best time to be nervous. She already met an shade before, she was already happy that she came out alive. God, she wouldn’t do that again soon. Maybe she just had to keep her big mouth when she came along a shade, ever again. Yes, that was a great idea. ’Well then Dhaeru, I think you need to shut up next time you meet a shade. Yes? Yes.’ Okay, this was weird. Dhaeru wás weird. But oh well, the world was weird.

Yes, my English sucks and yes, if you find any grammar faults, please sent me a note or something, i want to learn from this xD

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I tended to stick out of the way, as conversations and other horses weren't my favorite. But then the more I thought about things, the more being alone sounded like a bad idea. So after wondering semi-aimlessly for close to half a day, I found this mare. Brown, with a white muzzle. I picked up my walk, trotting into the clearing she was standing in. I had gotten her attention, that was for sure.
I stopped, thinking for a second. "Hello. I'm Royale," I said, looking at the mare.

She really was a moron, and it was funny. Dhaeru as a moron? Hilarious. That was like, so funny. But yeah, also true. Quietly chuckling, she shook her mane. Her eyes went to some trees, but her ears where focused on some noises. Like someone was trotting towards her. With a questioning gaze, she turned and looked in the eyes of the mare in front of her. The mare said her name was Royale. With a grin she walked to left and looked at the mare. ’Very original. Creative. But ohwell, y’all seem not very creative. But that’s my land, where I was born. Maybe I’m not very creative? Hmm…’ a bit of sarcasm was in her voice. She was Dhaeru, so it could. ’But I’m Dhaeru. Nice to meet you Royale!’ she meant it, it was nice to meet another horse. Really nice. And it was Dhaeru’s nature to be sarcastic, but she could be very friendly. It just depends on the horse she meets.
She looked at the mare, with a little smile on her face. She just liked to be sarcastic and friendly at the same time. Because she was unique. And she just thought to much.



Im sorry, my english is like... horrible :'D