The Valley
Between the Meadow and the Field is the third of Beqanna’s Common Grounds. A rolling valley is bisected by a broad and shallow river. The grass is thick and lush, and this is a good place for a stallion to live with his family if he does not yet have a herd land.
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Posted on April 5, 2007 at 08:17:12 PM by MITCHELL
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He plodded his way to the valley, interested to see what this "herd stallion meeting" was all about. The wind blew steadily, but it was a warm breeze, bringing with it the signs and smells of spring. He had Ellesmera and their new daughter waiting back home, but he would try not to be an ass about it, seeing as these other stallions probably had newborn children as well. Flowers folded under his hooves and his black tail flicked against his hocks as he decided to pick up the pace a bit. He wanted to get to this meeting thing before it was over. But really, he thought, what is the point of this? Isn't this part of the reason I didn't join a kingdom: because I didn't feel like having assignments and being dragged to annual meetings and the like? He frowned ever so slightly, snorting his frustrations out and giving a little buck for good measure. He soon reached the valley and immediately saw a straggly group of stallions huddled in the middle. He took a guess and slowed to a walk as he approached them. He listened to them banter back and forth for a while, not really taking in namesand homes or the like, as it didn't really matter to him. Most of these stallions acted like they cared now, but chances were that they would fade away within a year or two, or become bitter and never want to talk to anyone again. He was here simply to humor the stallion that had asked him to come.
As soon as they were done snipping at each other, Mitchell took his chance. He stepped forward, cleared his throat and looked at each and every one of them before speaking. "Mitchell," he said shortly. That was just how he was: blunt and to the point about things. "I'm still not sure whether this whole get-together is such a hot idea, so I won't speak on that point, but I'll say that my home is neutral. So if there is no other boy from my neck of the woods, I'll gladly take the reins. I'm sure I have some ... interesting ideas to offer." His mouth slid slowly shut, and he looked around again before stepping back. Most of these stallions were so much younger than him, he observed, and most were newer to this than he. He blinked and opened his mouth once more. "Folks, I'd like to venture that I'm the one among us that's best deserving of the title "that old fogey". To the best of my memory, I'm fast approaching my eighteenth birthday. I've been doing this herd deal my whole life. I've never been caught up in the bang of kingdoms. I was born in a herd, my mate and I started our own when we were young, and we've been there ever since. I'm the wife-kids-and-a-dog kind of guy. Not to be rude or anything, but I'm not going to let myself be pushed around by a bunch of green little fellows who might not particularly know what they're doing." He realized that that might indeed have sounded a tad rude, so he lazily smirked and amended, "What I'm trying to say is, even if I'm not in your cute little "Top Three", I'll make sure that I make my opinion known if I don't agree with what's going on." He gave a little half-smile and continued. "And I expect you listen to me. Y'know, respect your elders and all that jazz."
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