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Darcy's inner foal prances at the thought of music. Despite the foggy memory he knows music was a core part of her. He's always humming, tapping or softly singing a tune during his travels. It's comfort. Is it home? is it home?

At first it was clumsy for the sake of getting a pattern but the more he allowed himself to actually coordinate he was producing a proper melody. 

She has no idea where it originally came from but for now it's from her heart. The tune sounded familiar, and kept writing itself. The more she allowed his heart to sing the path continued to light up with her rythm. He doesn't know how long he's been there in his trance. Minutes? Hours? Days? It doesnt matter, his heart and soul is happy. It felt like it was never ending until the crusendo of the song and lights were slowly winding down. As the song and lights died, a different light source appeared in the distance. He pranced into the new terain. Still humming, stilling kicking and frolicking playfully to the beat and tune in his head. Whatever that was it ignited her soul with something passionate. 

And familiar.