Sunspire Mountains with the lights out, it's less dangerous[m]

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a man painted in argent hues joined the first, the charcoal man. She watched his approach with a tilted head, removing her muzzle from the other and instead focusing on him. "sir " She echoed,  a smile fluttering to rest upon her muzzle, wondering at the appearance of him an whether it meant that she would be left alone once more. She didn't care either way, which she realized after a moment was odd; for surely she ought to feel something negative. But all she could feel was the humming in her veins and the haze of euphoria.

she watched as the charcoal one moved around her, though raised no objective, gaze resting on the greyscale male in vague interest, a curious title of her head and a smile asking his intentions.

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