Fly was glad when Soljor appeared and gave him a tired smile and a soft nicker as he approached. She eagerly stretched her nose out to him when he bumped his with hers, before turning her gaze back on the bundle that was lying upon the ground. The buckskin filly was eyeing her father curiously, her innocent eyes not knowing any different. Yet as he lowered his much larger head down to hers, the filly couldn’t help but pull back slightly, but only for a few heart beats.


Pushing her nose forwards she lipped at his, curious to what he felt like. Fly couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her before she too reached over towards Soljor as he lifted his head again. “You smell her too….” She murmured before turning her gaze back towards the trees where she had birthed Peyton. Fly had only briefly caught Mercury’s scent but at the time hadn’t known if it was fresh or not, but now it was clear. The illusive mare had been watching over her. Fly had never truly been alone.


“I will go to her in a few days.” Fly reassured as her attention returned back to Soljor. But a small cry from the buckskin filly returned the mother’s attention to her child. The girl only seemed interested in attention and since she had not been getting any that seemed the only reliable way. “Her name is Peyton, by the way.” Fly said, giving her stallion a brief glance before returning it to the filly.