I do not like how that pink mare is twitching. And I definitely do not like how she zoomed forward to meet Zelac in the middle. That mare’s eyes were full of youthful playfulness and fun, but there was a certain edge of madness to them that made me very uneasy. If Zelac noticed, he didn’t seem to care. The two of them pranced in place, jabbering at each other with wide smiles and stars in their eyes, language barrier be damned. Zakurai looked on in intrigue, while the other mares all gathered around, beckoned by their pink compatriot.