Peyton had begun to let her mind drift; the thoughts of what could be and what really were blurring together. A small smile crossed her dark lips, her eyes soft as she watched her son approach the entrance to the cave. So brave; though she could never be jealous of her child she already wished that she could be like him. "Samhain" she murmured to herself, thinking that sounded like a strong name. Giving a very faint nod to herself, Fly decided that was what she would call him. But no sooner had she begun to let her mind drift again did the young colt retreat to his mother's side once more. Alert now, wondering what had scared her newborn, the mare was surprised at what appeared in the entrance of her little sanctuary.
"Pagan" she breathed out; shocked and relieved that the stallion had somehow came to her silent beckoning. A smile crossed her features and the tired mare ventured over to the entrance where she extended her nose to exchange breaths with him. A nervousness still lingered in her; anxiety that she could never be rid of. Would the stallion see her more in the light now and realize that she was nothing special to look at? Would he regret his decision of ever having a foal with her? But as she turned her brown gaze away from the stallion and over to the handsome colt she knew any sane stallion could never regret such a wonderful son. "This is Samhain" she said, her gaze returning to the gypsy stallion. "Your son"
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