The response from her newest female companion didn’t shock Meradith as she suggested that if her mother was to let her just be she’d become stronger for it. The truth behind that statement is far greater than our aureate and white filly was able to really understand but she got it enough. And by this, Meradith nodded quietly pulling her pale blues away from the charcoal mare as the wind began to pick up. ”you speak as though you’ve had experience” Meradith sighs now as her pinners flip back listening to the gusts of wind that whip by them and in the faint distance the calls of others whose voices have carried.

The mare spoke again soon after the first time her raspy voice slicing through the stillness that surrounded them. Meradith listened contemplating it for a moment wondering what the woman’s life style must have been like to be comfortable enough in the peak. Surely mares came and went as their lives took them in different directions but from what she gathered this mare had come a while ago and never left. ”what lifestyle are you referring too?”

Having her mind go wild all different life styles began to run through her mind as she waited for the black mare to answer. She thought of what had made her friend as strong as she came across, why she preferred the ways of the peak and if she’d ever have any children. Or if perhaps she’ could help teach Meradith a thing of two about things in life that her mother and or father simply could not.


“"speech"”


meradith ; 6 months ; mixed breed ; palomino tovero ;

female ; of the forest ; 15.0 hh wfg

secret's fragile one