The true beauty in life is love... Posted on June 2, 2013 at 12:39:52 PM by Muérdago
Muérdago looked up at the stallion. He resembled her, yet she didn't think he was her father until he encouraged her to walk with him. Staying silent, she began to stumble every few feet as she and her father walked on back to the herd. The sweet sound of snow melting was like music to her ears. The air smelled like growing plants and blossoms. An occasional drip of melted snow fell onto Muérdago, staining her coat darker in that small area until it dried. When they'd reached the herd, Muérdago studied her surroundings, looking at everyone around her. Quickly, she looked up at her much larger father with a smile. Muérdago hadn't spoken a word yet, she wasn't quite sure as she didn't know how to speak yet. Waiting for someone to talk so that she could try to copy, the little filly continued to study everything with her baby blues. Seeing earlier how her father resembled her, she looked over his legs as she did hers. They both had the light leg stripes. Did she resemble even the slightest bit of her mother? She had no clue. Muérdago hadn't even seen her when she left. Replies: