thinking of you...

...wherever you are

Grai had not had visitors to the Ridge since Dogun. Things were quiet, as was the way of things. His talk with Felony from some time before was deep in his past now. His Soda was getting read to foal. He knew that. He worried. He fretted about it. Perhaps he was more nervous than she was, then again she’d been a mother three times and he’d never been a father.

So, when he heard his name being called, the sea wind carrying it far inland he was surprised. But, like the dutiful lead stallion he strove to be, he followed the call. On the shore were two horses. One was a large, dark male who seemed to keep his silence. He’d been the one that called. There was a heavily pregnant mare as well.

The smell that came from both was the same as the fabled Lagoon. It had been what Felony carried. Apparently, the Lagoon had indeed been interested. He approached.

“I’m Grai, and you’re from the Lagoon?” He asked, approaching the colt first. The girl was pretty, an appaloosa and dark. Currently, the Ridge seemed to be all reds and creams. An interesting note.

Grai

STALLION * SEVEN * MIXED * CHESTNUTee Aa Ff * 15.2 HH * THE RIDGE * SIRE OFSCARLETT BY SODA * BADR X VESTI