It was summer. The once cool breeze that was ever present in the spring months was a far distant memory. The brilliant summer sun beat down mercilessly upon her brandished golden coat as she ghosted through the tall swaying sea of green. She was on a mission. Although there had been others in her life, others who swore pledges of undying love and oaths of unblemished loyalty... he had not. There time together had been short lived, and yet the yearning and fire that he had awaken in her was something much deeper and ultimately something she could not forget.

She had left him, that night. Turned and not looked back for fear of getting attached to yet another who would do nothing but leave her with spirit broken and heart heavy to care for a child that had not truly been wanted or desired. She had learned sooner than most that those dreams of a fairy tale love story like the one her parents shared was a far fetched fantasy. As much as she loved her parents, that was the one thing that she despised them for... their love.

None the less it had been the reason she had left him, been the reason that when weary from their lust-filled passion she had slipped into the dense brush as though a mere ghost of a memory.

Experience had taught her that she was pregnant long before her barrel began to swell with the expecting child. He had been ferocious when he had claimed her, even still the thought of their time together made her blood boil. Perhaps it was part of the reason why she had not been able to forget him.

She followed his scent now, followed the growing odor of is masculine musk as it lead her farther and farther from anything familiar to her. Ichiro had always forbidden her from traveling to the eastern lands. He had always told her that the horses that dwelled there were mean hearted and cold, much different from those that she knew and honestly those memories and thought had pretty much stuck in her head even as a foal. Talien had never found a desire to visit those eastern lands and instead spent her time between the meadows and paraiso. But Rhaego's scent led here and whether he was expecting it or not, she had a surprise for him.

Bouncing behind her on long gangly legs, the beautiful champagne dun filly giggled excitedly. Talien told her daughter that they were going to find her father. Baylor was excited. For months she had watched the young foals with their mothers and fathers from afar and often wondered about her father. Talien didn't have much information about him to give to her except that he was big and strong, none the less the little filly was bursting at the seams to finally meet him. Talien only hoped she was headed in the right direction.

Paper thin nostrils flare wide as the beauty in dusted gold paused now, depthless silver blue eyes scan the sloping landscape before her, searching for a glimpse of the mealy dun stallion. Dark chocolate brown locks tumble haphazardly across the flat of her muzzle, framing her delicate face in the tangled web of chocolate. She thought about calling out to him, thought about alerting him to her presence but she keeps silent. If he was here, and anything like the stallion she remembered... then he already knew she was here.

Talien

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