NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING.

Asphara continued to lay there, her body relaxing against her daughter as Polar seemed to be gentle with Rosaliana. It was nice to see a stallion being so nice to her foal. Yet, she was slightly uneasy for a moment before the unease went away and she smiled at Polar. Her red frame tucked close to her daughter and soon enough the chestnut thoroughbred was closing her eyes with a faint breath escaping her lips. It had been a long night and she was due the rest that would allow her to carry her foal to term better.


While her mother went to sleep though, Rosaliana set her blue eyes upon this new stallion named Polar. Her white ears flicked forward before they faintly pinned and her nostrils almost pinched shut, unease easy to see upon her face. Rosaliana did not know her birth father, but Tyr was a good dad in her eyes and she would not be allowing this Polar guy to take his place. “What has brought you to my mother?” She asks, showing some adult like qualities even though she is young. Rosaliana might be a goofy foal, but she was stronger than many realized. Her mother had made her that way, believe it or not. Asphara did not allow Rosaliana to be weak, which the yearling was thankful for.