Auric

[Johnny]

photo[c]blakelipthratt

Auric* is the kid who befriended you despite the scraped knee and fat lip you received from notorious bullies on the first day of school. He is the one who ate your crusts and gave you his grapes. He kept your secrets and when you hit puberty, it didn’t feel weird to hang out with him alone. He never struck you as cute until you thought about it on a summer afternoon when you were both sprawled out in the shade with the taste of lemons and sugar on your lips. Plain bay and average, the draft cross sports slightly oversized ears as scruffy as his mane, a wide blaze freckled with spots of mahogany, and heel feathers. At sixteen hands, he is tall, though not as heavily built as a pure-blooded Clydesdale, which gives him a lanky look.

The adopted son of a barren mare, Auric grew up among a band of rambunctious kids. His closest friend was Maila, the only filly of the bunch, and she understood him when he told her it wasn’t that he wasn’t wanted, it was that he didn’t belong. He was the remainder in a division problem that had already been solved. It was upon this common ground that the two built such a close relationship. And it was because of this friendship that he stole away from his loving adoptive mother to join his Maila on her quest to find a better life.

*pronounced ARE-ick

playlist
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