Act One, Chapter 15: Home Is Where The Heart Is
The stallion in the back might have been big and powerful, but there was a desperation about his eyes as his leg hung around the mare’s neck. Her waifish features held the beginnings of an emotion, just the first breath of feeling which hasn’t had time yet to flower, but I could still see it in the set of her mouth and the cant of her chin: Contempt.
The images of the two colts down front had their own tales to tell. They were almost identical facially; there, the similarities ended. On the left, the boy had grown like an oak, strong and bullish. There was no mistaking him. It was King Cosmo, though a younger pony without the gleam of evil crawling around in his eyes. The leg he laid on his brother’s back was... tentative, careful, like he feared he might break him. Meanwhile, the other colt seemed barely there, a shade fading from the picture. His eyes were sunken and hollow, though he kept up a fiercely brave smile for the camera.
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