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Featuring: Holokai Mentioning: Loki Summer, Year 1995 | The Deep Waters, Near Hihiri _______________________________________________________________________________________    The stories of old had drawn him here. That was at least what Holokai kept telling himself as he sunk farther and farther below the surface. The surf above was unrelenting as the wind caused it to crash upon the shore, but down below the current was softer and easier to handle. Usually he would not venture this far alone, but the prospect of what was hidden in the depths lured the stallion to the deepest parts of the ocean.      A week ago, a foal had returned with a

Acotas grazed along the ridge, his ears flicking back and forth as he listened to the world around him. His mares grazed too, all of them digging through the snow to reach the food that was hidden beneath the white blanket. Winter had been going well for his band. All were healthy and had grown their thick coats to protect themselves from the cold. All was going swimmingly and if the weather kept up it would be an easy winter for the herd. Wendy squealed and kicked out at Nessa, as the pinto mare dashed away. The chestnut who usually got along with everyone had become very sour toward the filly and made a show of telling her off constantly.