The clip-clop-crackle of grey-white hooves on rocks slowed some; Kinjite carefully stepped over sharp rocks and such, eyes barely open. However, with the pep of spring, new lives, and the possibility of a mate at any corner, he kept on at a slow pace up the giant slope. He was ready for anything, wings in a semi-stretched position, horn dulled by the shadow of the mini-mountain. A loud and boisterous 'clop!' woke him from his dream-induced semi-slumber; his hoof had hit rock. Clop, clop, clop. All four crystal-like, pristeenly white hooves were on a steady hunk of large, brown rock. And Kinjite was shocked into a stop; Krysillis, the second moon, was steadily chasing Boranno, the great sun, across a serene, almost-morning sky. White-orange collections of water clouded the moon's path, and the onlooking edge of the crater held a large audience of lively vegetation. The large lake at the bottom swelled and receeded from the shore with joy, a smile dancing upon the surface. Kinjite suddenly felt wide awake, and with a great bellow that echoed through the canyon, he called out; Hello, I'm here! I'm here! Respond! An angry neigh and an inviting one welcomed him in; This would be an adventure.

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Dammit. Forgot the grass. >.<;;
~LV