p o s y mare - 1 month - blind - draft mix - 16.3 - Calla x Rurisk

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I'm gonna die! Posy panicked as another approached, making the sound she had heard when she first met Zombie. But she couldn't feel the tremble in the ground as much, perhaps because she was almost a yearling? The smoky black filly was sure that the mare had come to punish her, or at least after she drove Nolito out, and Posy just knew everything would come crashing down on her.


She didn't understand what the mare was saying, but she wasn't listening either. The draft mix bolted, passing the new mare and Nolito. She she slowed when she reached the first bend in the path, afraid that she would fall off. But she didn't and soon she found herself galloping into the Falls. Gently she slowed to a stop, wondering what would happen to her now. Since she basically kicked herself out of the Peak, would she find herself in the Falls? Or would she go somewhere else? There were many other things she could be thinking about, but one thought inside her head pushed it's way to the front and repeated itself over and over again.


Valencia doesn't want to be called ma'am.