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Mystery nickerd and got up to graze. |
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~he woke up and yawned soon grazing by Mystery~ |
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Mystery felt wierd the next morning, she lept around and snorted often, she ran every where before sliding to a stop in front of Smoke. |
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~he sensed something was off~ You ok? |
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"Feeling kind of odd" She said slowly. |
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where? ~he said concerned~ |
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"Well, I can't exactly feel it, but I belive I'm having a heat." Mystery stood there, puzzled. |
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having heat? ~he was even more confused and concerend~ |
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"A heat is where a mare is ready for breeding, That means make a foal. Smoke, I have to know, Do you want to be mates?" Mystery asked. |
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~he looked surprised at the question then quickly nodded a yes~ |
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Moderate Temperatures and Overcast
