Klara was a little older than Drika, and thus vastly more interesting than any of the other foals her own age encountered thus far. So when Drika saw her Peak-sister in the distance, meandering through the Falls, she soon forgot that she was supposed to be playing within sight of her mother and went careering in the older girl’s direction with glee. “Klaaaraaaaa!” she called out as she neared, although the cry gave little warning as Drika leapt up at the other filly, pawing playfully at her side with a giggle. Dropping back to all four hooves, she turned to face the other girl, only to realise that in her excitement she hadn’t even noticed the colt who had approached Klara and who she had apparently rudely interrupted. This boy looked about her own age, and his coat was splashed with and intriguing mix of dark and light hairs. In fact, it was the first colt she had ever met. How exciting! “Oh sorry! Hi, I’m Drika,” she greeted, ducking her head with a grin. “Who are you?” |