Meadow

The stallion had seen her first, but the young filly was a crafty sort, and had picked up his approach by the sound of his heavier footfall before he spoke out. Coming to a halt, the painted girl turned her gaze onto him, instantly taking in his friendly demeanor. Although her lack of trust for others staying was a harsh lesson at a young age, she had never been physically hurt by another, so had yet to learn the lesson to be afraid. Turning, she fully faced the much larger male, but was interrupted before she could say a single word.


The black mare came forth like a beast made of shadows, causing Kimber’s eyes to go wide as the woman placed herself like a wall between her and the stallion. The dominance from her stance, and the power she displayed was enough to make the young girl stare in absolute awe. But just as quickly as the black mare arrived, so did her pale reflection. The white mare was just as fierce as the black, her warning the same.


With the two pillars of protection standing in front of her, Kimber felt a rise of her own power. Although she was not dumb enough to think she embraced the same strength as the two fully grown mares, it gave her heart wings, and an exhilaration she had not ever felt before. If not for such a feeling, Kimber might have even felt sorry for the stallion who had come to her in such a friendly manner. But maybe there was something she had not seen, and she narrowed her gaze on the stallion and drew herself up to try and stand just as strongly as the two warrior women before her.