A hoofbeat sounded, in the hallway. Continue reading
Morning After
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Category Archives: Dashie’s Foaling
The Beat Goes On
The bass throbbed. Lyra couldn’t think of a better way to describe it. She hadn’t been expecting that. Continue reading
Beatmatching
Lyra felt illicit, as she walked toward the park, kicking autumn leaves up with her dainty hooves. Continue reading
Out On The Tiles
Sometimes, thought Lyra, it really was a lot of trouble keeping an old mare on the job. Continue reading
Expertise
Lyra’s horn glowed as she opened the door to Town Hall—or, rather, opened the door from Town Hall. Continue reading
What’s In A Name?
“Aw, sugar, you don’t gotta settle on it right this instant…” Continue reading
