>>[.I see through whitewashed bars.]<<

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IKARA

The chestnut mare turned, deep hollow eyes looking after Roxy as she jogged back into the stable. Appendages turned the mare and she scanned across the small paddock which inhabited few trees, and none of them were apple trees. A soft sigh was given and she drug herself to the edge of the paddock, staring out across the freedom. Of course she loved competing, but it would be nice to have a little taste of self-will. Her audits twitched, the sun scorching her hide as she slid beneath the large oak tree. Brown visionaries, filled to the brim with sincerity watched with little interest at the squirrels who were jumping from branch to branch, finally taking heed of her presence they settled into their home.

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