[center][h1][color=SpringGreen]Archer[/color][/h1][/center]

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[color=YellowGreen]Archer's eyes snapped up from the ground. Feeling rather foolish that she hadn't noticed another human relaxing in the shadows of the forest. The instant her eyes found the male behind the voice, she smiled brightly.
Her joyful and playful smile. [/color][b]"[color=SpringGreen]I've never been anywhere around Ironestone before.[/color]"[/b][color=YellowGreen] Archer confessed with a bit of a foolish feel in her gut. Never had she ever left her home. Her home town of Hoofsteed. Her while life she had spent on her fathers farm, having childish adventures around the moderately sized village. Unlike most teenagers like herself, she had never felt restless. She had always been happy and perfectly content on the little horse ranch.  [b]"[color=SpringGreen]And I'm actually heading to Fern City[/color]"[/b] whether telling a complete stranger her plans was a good idea or not, did not cross her mind once. Having grown up very sheltered, she never had to worry about the simple [i]Stranger danger[/i] Rule.  

Winter seemed a bit concerned towards archer for throwing out information. One would question if a horse could even understand what the two primates where gibbering about. However, as Winter nervously counted at the ground, it was clear she knew. The white mare tossed her head slight, budging Archers shoulder as she stood besides her, but Archer only
Ignored the overly protective steed. Knowing that at time the mare would allow her worries to let the best of
Her. [/color]