Another day. Another season. Everything seemed to be flying by without pause. After the storm everything had settled like normal leaving Fly to finish out her pregnancy without fault. But when it came time to giving birth, the mare had wanted more privacy than usual. With Peyton by her side to keep watch, Fly had left the herd a few days prior to the birth in the direction less frequented by predators. With her buckskin daughter always nearby, Fly did not have the worry like she would if she was alone as the quietness in which Peyton offered was soothing to the heavy mare.


When the birth finally did happen, Fly was finally blessed with a son. He was coal black with white mane just like his father only without the paint markings. He was absolutely perfect. “Azlian” she had called him immediately and from then on. But even after the birth, Fly did not seek the protection of the herd. Instead she kept her colt next to her at all times with Peyton nearly always as close on his opposite side.

But today was finally the day and Fly felt like she could present the new member of the family to her stallion. As the trio approached the herd, Fly let a loud echoing call in hopes that Soljor would be the first to greet them on their return to meet his son.