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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

The Jokes on you

The day was wearing on with no end for the twin foals in the site. Harley and Joker easily followed the mare and even Joker running about as if nothing was wrong was wearing on him. Harley's mouth was making suckling motions as they walked with no end in sight. Where was this mare, their mother for what they knew taking them? Would she start producing milk or not? Were they doomed? Quinn whinnied as she kept to Ylva side easily while her brother got back to his feet and began running ahead of them again but a little less bucky. She, on the other hand, was calm and staying by the mare's side hoping that she stops and she could try to suckle again. She didn't understand why she got nothing the first time it made no sense to Quinn tiny newborn mind.

The mare leads them to a stream where the older horse lowers her head to drink from it. That's when both Quinn and Joker moved to her again and tried yet again to suckle. Only after a few tries did they concede to not being able to drink. Quinn and Joker tired from the trek with no food laid down together each placing their heads on the others back for comfort. Might as well take a nap, they had little energy otherwise.

ooc: sorry a bit short

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