NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING.

With the Ridge seeming to loom over her, Asphara listened to Polar before giving him a soft smile. Walking over the sand, the mare found the train she had taken before and slowly began to head up the ridge with her tail flicking against her hocks. She had to use her muscles to head high, but soon enough the red mare heaved herself to flat ground high above the beach and looked to make sure Polar was following.


Once he caught up, the mare turned away and began to trek farther inland. Her round hooves flicked on some stones before she found herself winding through the thick jungle. The ridge was behind her and soon enough she stopped at where she seemed to claim as her silent home. Rosaliana had been born here and now Asphara claimed it as her bed, her daughter knowing where to go at night. It was a silent place, but the silence didn't always last forever.


Hearing tiny hooves, Asphara looked to her almost fully white daughter before nuzzling the filly and laying down on the ground with her. Perking her ears, Asphara waited for Polar with her young child curling up against her stomach like most nights. Rosaliana wasn't small, but she seemed to make herself so in order to sleep. As Polar came closer, Aspharas voice was gentle as she spoke. “Polar, meet my daughter Rosaliana.”