STARdust

Stardust was quite certain that if anyone could talk Soljor out of his plan, it was Fly. Her mother was the bay’s queen after all. Which made Stardust a princess. And shouldn’t princesses get a little bit of preferential treatment. Her mother’s nose on her shoulder did calm her down a bit. It also was a quiet insistence on remaining still.

“Dad said that he’s gonna send me to a new stallion soon,” Stardust paused. “Ok, fine. Not soon soon. But spring soon. And he said he’d already picked and…” Stardust took a breath. “I don’t want to do it. I’m not getting a choice. Can’t you just talk to him?”

And there was the little painted one’s rant. It didn’t seem like a big deal. But to the adventurous filly, this was a horrible thing. Because, it was real now. Not just something her dad threw out casually when he was sick of her antics. He’d picked a stallion. He’d found a home and she didn’t get a say. But hopefully, her mother would be able to fix it.

do the stars gaze back? now there's a question