“Take me to the Meadow” Lace had said, before following Yngvar to the new place. Her legs were not as weak as they had been, thankfully, and she had not needed the stallion’s help in walking. But she had to keep a slower pace, and still her muscles burned with protest by time they reached the open grasslands. The coverage of snow was irritating, and she pinned her ears as she looked across the churned powder where others had walked.
“Great, more work.” She mumbled under her breath, before moving out and pawing at the snow to find the dead grass beneath. In moments like this, a hot climate did not seem so bad of an idea. But it would not always be winter, would she want the troubles of summer hanging over her back? Her mind churned with thoughts, and her gaze glanced over to Yngvar every now and then. He was young, just like her, and had plenty of growing to do. She blamed that on the reasoning behind him not having a mare yet, but unsure if she wanted the job of breaking him in.
Plus, he was like a giant next to her. Was she supposed to produce babies with that later on? The idea completely horrified her.
Lace
13.1hhs – 2yrs old – british spotted pony – bay leopard |