Mjar
The black mare shifted uneasily. She could feel her pale mother staring at her, and she wasn't sure whether she was peeved or uncomfortable. She knew she was old enough now to look after herself and she couldn't understand why the older mare was so cautious. She had barely raised her, anyways. Didn't even teach her to properly speak until two summers ago. The dark mare had been trying to teach herself once she realized it was a necessary factor when communicating with other horses. They didn't speak with their bodies, they twisted their mouths and spoke words. It was strange and exciting.
Mjar sighed and bent her head to drink some of the water she was standing in. The lake was nice and cool, and it kept her body from overheating in the summer sun. Her mother had decided to stand under a tree instead of joining her daughter. The dark mare wasn't sure if the pale mare just hated being out on the open, or if she needed to claim something as her own at all times. Sometimes Mjar thought that was why she was born. The actual reason was much more selfish. Having a child just so she wouldn't starve during the winter? Mjar thought it was ridiculous. Her mother didn't have to give the grass up to the pregnant mares in the herd. She could have easily left, anyways.
The dark mare snorted and lifted her dripping muzzle. That was all over now, at least. No more herd and no more home. Just looking for a stallion that was of no importance to her. Mjar wondered why her mother was so insistent on finding her brother. The dark mare thought it would be a better idea to find her father, since he seemed much more interesting than another pale horse.
Sighing and pushing her muzzle up towards the sky, the mare lazily wondered if she could just walk off and away from her mother. She would have to wait until night, which hopefully wouldn't be more then a few hours away, but perhaps it would work out for the both of them. Her mother could go find her brother without worrying about her daughter, who would actually have time to go off and explore and meet other horses. It sounded quite nice, but for now the mare just wanted to focus on the water she was in. She considered going in deeper, but the mud on her back would wash off. Rolling around in the mud again just sounded like too much work.
The black mare closed her eyes and sighed once more, wondering if was even worth it to try and escape her mother.
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greedhtml and character made by bix |
