filly | lusitano mix | smoky black _{Ee aa nCr} | 15.2[wfg] | frost
styrke x aliyana

The air was cold, much colder than Nila ever remembered it being in the Savanna. With her baby fuzz nearly dry from their swim her golden eyes look up to the looming Peak that she was expected to climb. It hadn’t been so bad in the Crossing and it wasn’t as bad here as she knew it would be once they reached the top. Yet even if she hadn’t been standing at her mother’s side with the golden mare’s soft muzzle brushing against her for comfort the filly would not have been scared.


Innocence was Nila’s comfort in the world as of yet as she did not know the meaning of what had happened. The filly could only take it as a grand adventure and that at the end of the day, her and her mother would return home. Glancing back the way they had come her golden eyes so much like her father’s seemed searching as she too wondered where he was. Since her birth he had been like an ever present shadow and for him to be gone felt like she was missing a piece of herself.


Voices catching her attention, Nila looked back to the dark mare as she and her mother exchange words. It did not seem like a pleasant exchange and promptly her mother turns away and lashes her tail angrily. Reaching out her soft muzzle to touch her mother’s shoulder in a small effort of comfort it is then that the young girl takes her chance at rest. Moving to stand at the golden mare’s chest, Nila folds her long legs until she is lying upon the ground with her back pressed against her mother’s front legs. Resting her muzzle upon her knees she gives a soft sigh before closing her eyes but her ears stay alert for anything else that might pass between the two mares.