If Dickere was not with Dock, then Hickere was. They refused to leave her side, even as her developing pregnancy seemed to draw her away from them. Their dear sister had always been quiet and shy but now she seemed… Well, now she seemed angry. There were too many times that her ears turned back and she stepped away from them when they came close. She always seemed ashamed of her actions right after… Or at least she had when they’d started. The more her belly swelled with child the angrier she became. Dickere couldn’t blame her, of course. She could only imagine what her sister was going through…
Dickere’s sorrowful thoughts were distracted as she heard the thundering of hooves. Snapping herself back to the present her ears flicked and her nostrils flared as she stepped to the side and tossed her dished face, peering beneath her forelock as a black mare went thundering by. As the mare disappeared from sight Dickere glanced from where she’d come to see if she was being pursued and, when it appeared she wasn’t, Dickere frowned curiously.
Picking up her hooves she trotted after the path the mare had went. Thinking of Dock leaving the island and what had happened to her made Dickere nervous about other mares leaving the forest alone… Not that she had any true responsibility to them or even that she knew any of them. That had to change, of course. This was her new family after all.
By the time she reached the coastline she found the mare walking along the shore. The cool coastal breeze seemed to bite into her coat, stronger than it had been when she’d arrived in late spring. Winter was certainly fast approaching. Focusing on the mare again Dickere sent out a friendly whinny, approaching her with a kind smile. “Hello,” she said, watching her curiously, “I hope you don’t mind that I followed you from the forest. I’m Dickere, I haven’t had a chance to meet many others…”
of the forest
black sabino [aa Ee n/Sb1], fourteen.three hands, half-arabian filly, two years old, played by pirate |