 | Its the little moments that matter
Seeing the mare approach her, her bitter heart softened a bit. No one knew her story and she didn't care, all she needed to know was if Mime would kill her foal or not. She was not about to tell anyone about the accident. If she had to she would run away. The blue eyed roan gazed into the others, as she spoke. Her rebellion against anybody owning her had given her the consequences she deserved, and it only served to harden her heart.
She had gotten two totally opposite stallions one addicted to sex and the other not around at all.
"Hello Freedom how are you doing? Ready for the winter to come?”, Freedom lowered her head, how could this mare understand, she was perfect, she was not head strong and was quite a bit like Mime. Not looking into her eyed she replied with"Sure why no?" She wondered if her bitter answer would chase the mare off or not, Freedom wanted the company, but her emotions always showed no matter how hard she tried to cover them, and sarcasm was a way of life for her.
Freedom Wanderer
blue eyes and roan coat
3 years old
Home is where the heart is
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