Playground
Parents do not fear; your children are safe in the Playground. A benevolent fairy watches over young colts and fillies who come to frolic here. The trees are ancient things, and widely spaced (excellent for tag) and there are several low logs to leap over and many ponds and thickets full of wonder for the little ones. Come play and form friendships that will last a lifetime.
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Posted on November 6, 2011 at 03:34:43 PM by MAERSK
I’m used to follow the young Prince, trailing behind him like a brown shadow. It’s the playground today, and I trot easily after him on slender legs, enjoying the warmth that comes to the rest of Beqanna in the spring. I am accustomed to the chilly Tundra, and though I can think of no better home, I do like being physically comfortable. My scruffy foal’s colt has shed out to the sleek adult hair of a yearling, leaving my coloring a clear bay, so dark as to be nearly black. The only sign of my tobiano genes are the stark white of my mane and tail, pale against my dark body. I inherited the same bald face as my older brothers, a the mask of white stretches to my jaw on both sides, leaving my eyes a clear, cold green unlike any others in my family.
My trips to the Chamber have grown fewer as I have matured, and I had last seen my Mother hen she was heavily pregnant with what she told me was to be my youngest sibling. I know little about the process of child-making, but when I catch the smell of my parents – separate and yet somehow combined – I am infinitely curious, and I speed up, even with the young Prince as we come across a roan filly.
I’ve never seen her before, but she is clearly of the Chamber – I would know the smell of my birthplace anywhere – and she smells like Mother. “Are you Aevie?” I ask curiously, remembering the name that Mother had chosen for her child if it were a daughter. “I’m Maersk,” I add, tilting my head curiously as I watch the smaller girl. I wonder if Mother has told her of me and of Valien. I wonder, for the first time, what life would be like had I stayed in the Chamber.
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