[ Even small, Big Boy is large enough for a mouse to find an obstacle to scale. Sophia sinks low and then hops, launching herself up to land on her mane, climbing to the crest of her neck and nestling there. ]
You do. Help.
[ Hot and cold are relativities to her. Big Boy is cool anyway, an oasis in a desert, and Sophia buries her face into shadowed horse hair. ]
We don't mean to make you worry. [ She is sorry; how much it matters is beyond even an Omen's knowing. ] We should find her.
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You do. Help.
[ Hot and cold are relativities to her. Big Boy is cool anyway, an oasis in a desert, and Sophia buries her face into shadowed horse hair. ]
We don't mean to make you worry. [ She is sorry; how much it matters is beyond even an Omen's knowing. ] We should find her.