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My little lady here has expressed interest in finding herself a Song. She's not picky on the appearance of the stallion or other mares at all - in fact, she's blind! So it doesn't matter. XD Any species is welcome to come see her, even if they're not interested in making a Song. Sibyl loves company and doesn't detest anyone based on their looks - only their personality. Please feel free to drop by!
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Sibyl sat beneath a willow tree, looking up at the sky expectantly. While she couldn't see, she could feel, and feel she did. She listened carefully to the swaying breeze through the leaves and the slow rock of the water in a nearby pond. She cast aside the anguish of being born blind a long time ago, and instead now longed for simple companionship. She'd been alone most of her life due to her disability, and had flown only briefly. The wind carried sweet scents down from the mountains and up from the valleys - an absolute delight to her.
"Such a lovely evening." Sibyl then chuckled. "Or morning! I'm neveyr suyre. It always smells nice at this time of day." The mare leaned into the wind and imagined what she thought flowers would look like, or what a willow tree would look like. She only knew it was a willow because its leaves hung low and grazed her face when she walked beneath it. Even though she gave labels to things she felt in the world, she never knew if any of it were correct, and she didn't mind at all.