Rose Red Gifts
The night is bright, the air is clear, why don't you dance with me tonight?
The soft words of the song echoed through the little foals soft ears. She yawned and twitched, the smell of burning
things wafting through her nose. She jumps up in panic, but before she runs out her door, she stops.
The Rose of Love, gives you mine, and the golden lace intertwines...
The song fills through her ears yet again, and she shudders. It reminds her of her birth mother, and she sheds a
tear. Her fur pricks up from her goose-bumps and she slowly backs away from the door.
I can see it in your...
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