IC A Tale of Two Countries (IC)

*It sounds like five years. At eighth year I gained my cutie mark, abandoned and left into zebra embrace. I think abandonment is already traumatic, but... to be orphaned from something that you cannot see?* "I feel your loss." *I cringe a bit, saddened. I felt their pain.*
 
"It's the best I can do, feeling homesick myself." *I look at the unfamiliar stars again.* "For I don't know what the Stars will have for me in my Odyssey."
 
"I don't mind." *I yawn myself, before hopping on the bed and lying on my belly, leaving enough space for the guest to sleep with me.* "I'll hit the hay now. Good night." *And so I fall asleep.*
 
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