Silent people have the loudest minds.

Seeing how Gandy and Hainen, a nickname she had decided to give her colt, were doing well. I decided to try and actually eat something and get my body back up to health. Weight had been melting off just as winter did and I decided if I was an aunt figure I wouldn't have a bag of bones for the colts example. No, the meeting with the newly dubed mother gave me a bit of encouragement to get out of my slump. Gripping the grass in my teeth was easy, it was consuming it that had me frowning. The sudden nutrition to my stomach made it feel heavy and uncomfortable.

I still managed to get it down though. Along with this I haven't been around the shore as often and began reuniting myself with the forests heart lands. Head held high, well, higher. The sun managed to crack through the newly formed leaves, giving a blissful feeling about the place as I lumbered on. A sudden jolt of enthusiasm coursed through me and I felt the need to run, but I held back. Instead a steady paced trot was enough and I was off in oblivian. When my legs ran through water, was when I noticed another soul I've never seen in the forest. He wasn't unkown to the forest, the young stallions scent was well mingled here.

Was he one of the foals born here? Looking closer with ears pulled forward I searched for his eyes. Yup, bright blue, Lyden's son. Well, if my conclusion was correct. With a bit of a curious streak I headed in his direction and nickered a greeting. Hello, are you by chance one of Lyden's foals? I'm Azazel by the way. If he didn't mind her ragged appearance then I'm sure he wouldn't mind the less formal greeting.



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Mustang~:~Ebony~:~14.2~:~Female~:~Four years~:~Lady of Lyden