Ellie Johnson
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29Ellie’s hooves crunch softly over the leaf-littered ground, humming a small tune as her eyes scan for anything worth gathering. "hmm, hmm.." It’s been a while since she’s wandered this far, it's not her parents’ land, so she usually keeps to familiar paths. Pushing through a tangle of shrubbery, she steps into a clearing and stops.
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