Autumn was beginning to make itself known in the bay with cooler breezes beginning to blow in off the sea. Hollowshank didn’t really know what it all meant. She understood that it was a little colder than it had been on previous days but the concept of changing seasons was something she didn’t fully grasp yet. Perhaps she would begin to wonder why it only got colder and the warmer days did not return or perhaps it she would fail to notice completely.

Now around 3 months old, she was less gangly than she had been though her lanky legs still looked too long for body. The other foals of the bay all seemed to have filled out more than she had, though, despite being the youngest, she was already taller than some of her peers. The sootiness of her coat darkened the pale cream of her coat to a dappled blond and darkened her mane to a smutty black while her tail remained white - like the few white patches over her shoulder and rump.

She stood off from her mother, though not out of sight. Her blue eyes scanned the openness in front of her wondering if one of the other foals would join her again today. Had she been looking for them? She only really remembered Nemain, who spent time with her most days, and therefore was always fresh in her mind. She still held fuzzy memories of a few others she had played with though – or at least, she thought she’d played with them, or maybe she’d just seen them in passing. She chewed the inside of her cheek nervously and cast a nervous glance over her shoulder to her mother. She’d wandered away from the tall mare’s side for a reason, now she just needed to remember why.