On the beach of the ridge, everything seemed wonderful. The gray clouds that always seemed to loom over the land still did and everything seemed as if it normally would. Though, on the beach, if one looked close enough. A small spot of a foal laid in the waves. She looked as though she was sleeping.

The eyes of the foal opened quickly, one a dark brown the other milky with blindness. She had no clue where she was, or even how she had gotten there. Quickly she pulled her head up, looking down the beach. A grumble in her stomach told her to find her mother quickly. So, standing up on still-spindly legs the foal called. ”Momma?” She asked.

Giselle had never strayed too far from her mother’s side. It was warm and comforting. But today, she didn’t find her. Panic began to set in, and she pranced over to where the sand turned into grass. Still nothing. ”MOMMA!” She yelled, her call echoing through the land. ”DADDY!” She finally yelled. If anyone knew where Momma was, it was going to be her Daddy. The only sound she heard was a low rumbling thunder, and she twirled around trying to see where it had come from. ”MOMMA. DADDY.” She yelled again.

This was it. The little red foal thought, she was forever split from them. She would live in solitude on this little island. The baby hung her head and sniffled at the blades of grass beneath her, before collapsing onto the ground. They had to find her here. She couldn’t possibly be alone.


filly // mixed // fifteen.three wfg // yearling // red dun [ee/aa/Dd] // orchidhollowpoint x aveline