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.
Finally I'm Forced To Face The Truth
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Posted on October 19, 2011 at 08:56:56 PM by Amarilla
It was times like this when she was the happiest. The dark striped girl had to head towards the setting sun, her back to the entrance of the Valley. A new future ahead of her, and her past behind her, just as it should be. She had a feeling that this time, her stallion would not leave her for some unknown reason; may it be for war for a new territory or whatever came down the line. She knew this now; by the touch that he gave to her. Down her neck to her belly, pausing there and feeling, as if already accepting the kick of a newborn. She knew she would have a foal, just a proud and as strong as her last. It would have her markings, this was a given; and hopefully Meilyr’s kind nature and her stubborn personality. If it was a filly, she prayed for the stallion that tried to get at her. If it were a colt, he’d be just like his father.
She smiled at Meilyr’s words, know there was truth. No matter the gender or personality of the soon to be newborn; he’d love it either way. She would teach him or her how it felt to be different; he would teach it how to lead. She answered his call to her, letting her clear soprano tone ring out through the still and empty Valley. It was just him and her here, no one to tell them what to do, or where to go. She nosed the ground with her dark colored lips, pulling a few strands from the ground before turning her attention back to her pale stallion.
He spoke of a territory he had claimed, a small but good place in the mythical territory. There was a hint of excitement and wonder in his voice; much like a child asking what he got for Christmas. Amarilla nodded enthusiastically and reach reached up as high as she could to lip as his mane. “I’m sure it will be all we could want and more. I’ve never been in a mythical territory before; it’ll be like an adventure.” She huffed and reared up to reach his ears before galloping off in an odd direction. Sure she was a short mare, but she was a short mare who could run with the best of them.
The night sky was starting to rise as she looked back and neighed for him to join her in this little breeding dance. It was the season to play after all; there would be time to rest later on.
ooc: Couldn't help myself, had to have her flirting X)
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