Posted on September 24, 2012 at 08:44:52 PM by fayte
For it is not the Stars that determine our destiny - but ourselves
She had a very round shape now. Even though she moved with grace still, the chestnut had a heavy foot fall. Winter had settled heavily and things had gone quiet. She had, for a few days, smelled a strange male but soon it was gone and things were back to normal. She sighed, nibbling on the short grasses that lingered about the edges of the willows. It was dusk, one of her favorite times to lounge about.
She was a very pregnant mare. And she was a little afraid. She was getting close to term - she'd seen the signs before. Having a little one of her own was frightening. It was exciting. She would spend long hours reading her Stars to discover more about the child. She suspected a filly - but had no experience in it. She hoped that the child would bear the Blessing like she did - and like Bondurant. The spots on the field were a lovely marking.
She sighed, the winter sun held some warmth but things were a little lax. Winter still clung to the forest tightly and the frost made food difficult from time to time. She hadn't seen much of her herdmates, but she knew most of them were in a similar predicament. Pregnant and birthing soon.
The Forest would be a lively place in a few weeks. She knew that. So for now, she was content to sit around and just take a moment. She returned to nibbling.
fayteShe was a very pregnant mare. And she was a little afraid. She was getting close to term - she'd seen the signs before. Having a little one of her own was frightening. It was exciting. She would spend long hours reading her Stars to discover more about the child. She suspected a filly - but had no experience in it. She hoped that the child would bear the Blessing like she did - and like Bondurant. The spots on the field were a lovely marking.
She sighed, the winter sun held some warmth but things were a little lax. Winter still clung to the forest tightly and the frost made food difficult from time to time. She hadn't seen much of her herdmates, but she knew most of them were in a similar predicament. Pregnant and birthing soon.
The Forest would be a lively place in a few weeks. She knew that. So for now, she was content to sit around and just take a moment. She returned to nibbling.
||mare||5 winter||15.1 hh||chestnut blanket||appaloosa x rocky mountain horse||of the forest herd||children||lineage||blushie||
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