Taytim

Excitement started to spark in Taytim when she saw the approaching figures of Rodrigo and Ysabella. She glanced down at her daughter, who seemed to be trotting beside her pleasantly, taking in the new surroundings with keen interest. Confident in the youngling’s ability, Taytim picked up her pace a little, drawing closer to her friends so they would not have to come as far. As they approached, Taytim stopped, while her daughter kept running, excited that she had been encouraged to move faster and finding that she could. She tried to turn around as quickly as her thought process did when she realized how large the other two horses were. A surprised chirp came from her throat and she turned tail to return to her mother’s side. She moved around Taytim and stared at Rodrigo, her ears perked forward and excited curiosity written in every feature of her body.

Taytim shook and tossed her head goodnaturedly at Ysabell’s nips, a little surprised at the mare’s very rare display of what could pass for affection. She grinned and danced on her toes, careful not to jostle the foal too much. Her good spirits bubbled from her lips in laughter.

“I wouldn’t leave, Rodrigo. I try to keep to my word.” She grinned at him. Beside her, the filly had her feet planted in the ground, her neck and head stretched out as far as it would go to the stallion as he spoke to her. Her attention had flicked to Ysabell and Taytim as they had greeted each other. One ear flicked and she stepped forward, approaching the giant in front of her. With trust in her mother, the little being jumped forward and butted Rodrigo in the nose. Having had to rear slightly to reach, the filly lost her balance, had to hop, and dashed off to circle around her mother again. With a snort, she stood solidly again at her mother’s chest, still intrigued by these who were not her mother.Side by side it was clear that the little she-la had inherited some physical features from her father. Her coat was darker than her mother’s, but grey had already started to fleck her nose, ears, and striped hooves, promising to spread over her body.

Chuckling, Taytim nuzzled her daughter. “This is Taika. I fear she may already have a mind that is very much her own.” Taika looked up at her mother at the sound of her name, and lost interest in what she was saying almost immediately, this time looking over at Ysabell to snort in her outstretched nose. Small ears kept flicking back and forth, ready for whatever happened to happen next.

~:Mare

~:Morgan Mutt

~:14.2hh

~:Black Chestnut

~:3 Years