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"7th day of the 7th moon, 125 A.N.M.
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Yesterday I flew Greenie up to the castle for the Seige Day Festival, and guess who I ran into?
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Sodalis!
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Luna, it's been years since I've been able to catch up with her. I could've sworn she moved to a place like Bigcity to be with her fellow bats, but that was just a rumor. She's still here, living in that cave with the honorary flock. Hasn't changed a bit either, still has that hard snouted can-do attitude with a spine of steel, going on 16 years and counting without even a parent to take care of her. Still dresses as 'Emotional' or 'Emo' as the ones in with it say.
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There's a lot more we need to chat about, so she's going to come over tomorrow night. Greenie's gonna meet her too, I feel like they'll get along like a house on fire. Speaking of her, she is so spoiled and I absolutely love it. For the first two days she was hesitant to ask for anything, almost like a house cat when you bring them home. Not 48 hours later, and she literally asked me to come over and pet her head as I was passing through.
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Right now she's chowing on a big ole' pot of fig pasta I made for her, at this rate I'm gonna need to plant a whole new row before Monday! When that food coma hits though, she practically melts into your hooves. My front legs fit perfectly around her chiseled shoulders, pulling her thick, hard chest right against mine. If you hold her close enough, you can feel the vibration of her heart beating up in her head. She is truly an athletic specimen. And those hips and legs on her, my Luna. I almost want to hide her socks so that view would belong to me and me alone. Just the way her rumpcheek tightens and creases over the top of the fold when she takes a step... What I would do to see her in a skirt and some panties... even if she would never ever let me...
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I shouldn't ramble too much. As for what she thinks, the feelings are there, behind those lime green eyes every time we look at each other. She's very pensive about acting on them though, but I give her her space. It's almost like dating a virgin, but if I'm not wrong I think she's had 3 marefriends before me? I'm not sure, not that it matters. I might have a bead on how to crack her code, because she always gets hoofsy after I make her food. I know it's coming, one day. Have I been seeing a housecat in disguise this whole time?"
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