That night replayed in Peyton's mind; of how the storm was so strong she could barely see right under her own nose. Only because she knew the land by heart was she able to find shelter from the relentless blizzard in a cave tucked away in the side of the mountain. But she wasn't alone that night. Pagan had joined her; the stallion she had met once before during her search for her father. He was warm to her cold flesh and she couldn't help but move closer until she was pressed to his side, greedily taking any warmth he had to offer. His words were soothing to her fears, easing the nerves that coiled so tightly within her. One thing lead to another and now seasons later, Peyton finds herself in the same cave.
The buckskin mare let out a groan as her black feathered legs wobbled beneath her, her sides rippling in contractions as she moved into the shelter of the stone. Once inside, Peyton lowers her body to the cool rock and that is where she lays for some time as her first born comes into this world. Peyton smiled softly when she realized it was a son; a healthy little boy that was so pale he almost looked solid white. But with further cleaning she realized the slight color changes that was pearl mixed with white. Regardless, she thought him perfect and after she had regained some of her strength she stood to allow him to nurse.
Ears perking, Peyton glanced towards the entrance of the cave. She wondered if Pagan would be drawn here somehow like he had been before. Unknowingly Peyton had needed him then or else she might have froze to death during that storm despite the shelter she had found. But this time the young mare knew she needed the stallion but was afraid to call out for any mare might show.
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