Read this to learn more. The poor man is homeless. ;A;
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Making A MarkA child - a colt, no more than Beryl's age of ten, dashed from the entrance of the school, happy for his day of boring history lessons and math quizzes and Eqquish exams to be over, but nearly crashing into Rosie as she climbed the stairs to wait for her daughter.Making A Mark by *MarinaFeld
"Oops! Sorry lady!" shouted the kid, whipping around to look her in the eye, and then was gone as quick as he came. This happened five more times before Sunset Rose reached the summit of the stairs to the Elementary School's entrance. There she would wait, every day, for Beryl to be released from school so she could walk her home, and today was no different. Sometimes Berry came to

Beryl BlossomRain sprinkled lightly on the overhang above them, echoing down and around them. Berry Blast and Sunset Rose sat quietly outside of their little cottage built just far enough into the northern face of Whitetail Wood. The cool, moisture-heavy breeze whisped through their manes, as Berry, on her seat above Rosie, surveyed the woods serenely with her early morning coffee as the unicorn below, laying with her chin on top of her crossed forelegs and on top of a small feather pillow, drifted silently in and out of consciousness. Berry thought to herself; she looks very cute with her pink eyes shifting from half-lidded to closed, wearing the same liBeryl Blossom by *MarinaFeld
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