Camp Hobby Horses

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In a Bit

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“Page 05: A New Day” I read.

I am flipping the page, falling forwards and down into the narrative in a swift, fluid motion.

“Whoa!” I exclaim, thanking my lucky Star, for being in this secluded location where I don't expect anyone to see me or find out.

I had just woken up, bright and early. The camp-fire is still burning, if yet slowly dying down. It had after all served its purpose, so there is no point in keeping it alive for much longer.

My herd mates are waking up, right alongside me, I can feel it.

It feels strange, as I know my ears had fallen of; but I am fine with it, as none outside of my herd would even pick up on it. Though I guess, they would notice my muzzle. As if they could miss, to pick up on my hooves?

I am just a bit curious, as to how they will be reacting on it; though this is the camp: Spirit Horse, after all.

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While they are still stirring, I had slipped out of my panties and top from the night before; slipping on a fresh set of panties and top. With the underwear changed, I slip into my daytime wear, such as expected.

There is but the one thing; I have already planned for it, as I had been forewarned. Rarity’s friend Pinkie had known this all along. How she had known, none even bother considering. “Pinkie is being Pinkie..” they say. (Should I blame them? How could I?)

Strangely enough, my old shoes will still fit me (us); even when I am not wearing my boots, I had bought from Rarity.

“Should I put my shoes on, now; or should I wait and see?” I ponder, saying nothing.

On second thought; my sister has already woken up; she is just putting her clothes on for the day. What had I been expecting?

I should stop playing coy, within my herd; they are my herd, after all. It will just take time, overcoming old habits; habits, I had grown up with. What was common sense back home; may not apply here, among these girls now part of my herd. I will just have to get used to it.

“Good morning!” I exclaim.

“Good morning!” my sister responds.

“Good morning!” the other girls echo in turn one after the other.

After some consideration, I am starting to let on; showing what Pinkie had let slip, to everyone in the herd.

While I don’t have anything for them, they will just have to wait until these are given freely; my sister is carrying her own, so I need not worry about her, either.

Since we are outdoors, which the camp is counting as in its entirety; I only packed the Stainless Steel shoes, as did my sister. Oh, and I probably should be thanking Pinkie properly; for what she let slip, once we get home.

“Wait; you already have your own shoes?” the first girl inquires.

“Yes..” I respond; “me too!” my sister fills in.

“I.. I.. I..” the third girl stutters; ”had not expected that..” she continues; “these were never on the list of recommended items, to carry to the camp!” she finally concludes.

“No..” my sister confirms; “they were not even mentioned, on the list of items!” she concludes.

“They never mentioned them..” the second girl inserts; “because you can’t know the size, before you have arrived at the camp!” she points out.

“I could as well confess..” I suggest; “I do have some prior experience!” I concede.

“I love this camp..” my sister agrees; “I can be myself, wearing these shoes at will; no questions asked, without as much as a second glance!” she concludes.

The girls just blink, staring owlishly; not sure what to say, or think.

“Well; this is Camp: Spirit Horse..” the fourth girl points out; “horsing around, is a prerequisite!” she finally concludes.

“Just one small detail..” I put forth; “what happened in that dream, is not limited to the dream..” I suggest; “even if it was a dream, these things actually happened!” I conclude.

“Does that imply??” the second girl inquires; “that you actually wore these halters and bits?” she inquires; “and that we all still are wearing them?” she concludes.

“With all the implications, it carries!” my sister fills in, confirming what she had been fearing or hoping for.

“Does this mean..” the first girl puts forth; “that we can maintain contact, and talk even after the camp?” she inquires.

“I would very much believe so..” I suggest; “at least, within reason..” I continue.

“Since we did enter the train at the same station..” the first girl supplies; “I guess this is a very strong possibility!” she suggests.

Once we had all dressed up for the new day at the camp; we are emerging from our tent, the first herd to exit.

This is the first day at the camp, and we had already established ourselves; not just by claiming the name for our own herd, but we are first out onto the arena as a united herd.

This will be spoken of, for generations to come. The camp is taking two months, on purpose; giving each and every one ample time to finish what we are set out to accomplish here, in order to be recognized.

We had almost past the test, already; barely even out of the tent, our herd tent.

Our families will be proud of us. How could they not? Even if one knows, the family will be proud of all girls; establishing themselves within their respective herds, as adults. Doesn’t matter, if you barely scrape by, so long as you complete the task and pass the test.

What could we possibly do, now; in order to fail this test? One simply does not contemplate this matter, or voice the words. (Lest it may come true, simply out of spite; because you voiced the notion.{Murphy is not forgiving by nature, but is eager and spiteful to a fault.})

“The Spirits favour the Brave, aiding those who helps themselves and strive forwards over these who stray or hang back in Regret and Sorrow!” the third girl supplies.

“One foot (or hoof) before the other..” I ponder, even the greatest journey starts with one small step!” my sister suggests.

“In context..” the first girl suggests; “I think we are going with the hoof, here!” she concludes.

Everyone nods in agreement, as they are looking up to me; following my suggestions, as I am giving them. I can but assume, I had already earned my position, and the trust that comes with it.

With an entire night’s worth of experience; I am leading my herd forwards, as I leave our tent behind. I am being watched, even before the girls of the other herds had even poked their noses out of their respective tents.

“Why can I no longer see these halters?” the first girl inquires.

“Because they were never intended to be seen..” I supply; “but the dream opted to share their presence with the herd..” I suggest.

“Are these a herd secret, then?” she inquires.

“Until proven otherwise, I would assume that is the case!” my sister confirms.

“Then..” the third girl utters; “this secret will remain secret!” she concludes.

Probably for the better, but who is to say? If none speaks, the secret will be contained.

“Dreams have meaning..” I put forth; “we may have to inquire further, at the convenient opportunity!” I conclude.

“Yes..” the first girl responds; “but of course, dreams have meaning!” she confirms.

“It is just a matter of interpreting the dream..” the second girl puts forth; “gleaning its message, and understand the inner truth presented!” she concludes.

“If we all experienced this dream..” I suggest; “it was intended to be shared?” I inquire; “It is just curious, what came out of it; spilling out into the physical realm of our waken minds!” I finally conclude.

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Pass: From one, to another; a Lavender Camp.

Facing the Elder

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