Taytim

Taytim chuckled softly, truly touched by El Aran’s words. When the filly had just come into her life she had been terrified she could not raise the child. Restless nights were spent fretting if she was too watchful, or too relaxed. She feared something would happen, that her daughter would be lost to her forever. She watched the young soul jump through the grasses of the foothills, following this and that. If anything was actually there, or if it was a figment of the girl’s dreams was a question no one could answer.

”I feel like any horse who tries will be very surprised.” Confidence did not meet her tone, nor her face, as fear at the thought fluttered through her. There was one thing she had not taught the spirited filly; how to walk her talk.

She listened to what the dark mare said and contemplated her words with a swish of her tail. Her mind had not come to a place where she could think about finding a deity in the face of a mountain, or in the waves of sands in the deserts. Words and stories had started to float around her, but she could not step into a belief that the other seemed to live by. Once more she thought of those who had open minds, and believed in things beyond her realm of comprehension.

”I do not know your gods, what they look like, or what a shrine to them would look like. But I have never heard a child come back with so many amazing things on her mind than when Taika comes down from her adventures in the higher paths.” She tilted her head, voice light and innocent. In this, she knew her ignorance and her simpler thoughts meant something different in the hearts of both El Aran and in Taika. ”Maybe since you have not found it, and you have not been here, this is where you supposed to find it?”

Their topic returned to more earthbound matters and the mare sighed in relief. She had a daughter, and knew how she felt about little Taika, she could only guess what a woman like El Aran would feel about her own offspring.

”Were you proud of them?”

Butterflies had left her, and the wind had died down before Taika realized she had not thoroughly investigated her mother’s friend. Trotting back up to the adults she came up beside El Aran and nudged her gently with her nose.

”Will you go exploring with me? Mom has already been to all the places and will not explore with me.”

Taytim snorted at her child and stamped her foot in mock offense, lipping gently at the filly’s mane when she returned to her side.

Taika grinned impishly at both her mother and the desert mare, knowing she had lied.

~:Mare

~:Morgan Mutt

~:14.2hh

~:Black Chestnut

~:4 Years