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// 03 - 03 
// Story: Whispers 
// by destinedjagold 
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The amber hues of the setting sun cast curtains of light through the castle windows, occasionally broken by the tall horned mare as she slowly trots in the hallway, the silence broken by the clip clop of her hooves on the crystal floor echoing around the crystal walls and ceiling.

She pauses by an open door, staring at the tall shelves full of books.

The castle's library.

Seated by one of the many crystal tables in the room was the tall drake, his back to her.

Stealing herself, she takes a quiet breath and enters—

A slam of a closing book—

—a roar—

—a blast—

—a fire—

—a beam—

—a claw—

—a cry—

—a shove—

—and blood—

Flurry violently shakes her head as Spike slowly and quietly sets the book down on the table.

With a quiet exhale, the mare pulls her hoof back...

Silence.

...until—

Spike's head turns slightly, enough for the mare to see the drake's piercing emerald gaze.

An eye twitch. He knows he can't avoid her forever. "What do you want?" the drake asks slowly, quietly...

...and icily.

And silence reigns once more.

Flurry closes her eyes, takes a quiet breath, exhales, and asks: "...May I join you?"

A quiet growl. Long, scaly tail twitches.

Spike grabs another book and opens it to a random page...

...leaving and ignoring the unanswered question in the air.