• Story: Taut Strings, Soft Lips


    Author: TacticalRainboom
    Description: A bow quivers against an untested instrument. The first steps are taken in a dance of life. A filly ventures forth into a frightening and wonderful new world.

    It's true what they say: you always remember your first time.

    Your first song. Your first instrument. Your first love.
    Taut Strings, Soft Lips

    Additional Tags: Something remembered is something lost.