Posted on May 9, 2021 at 11:51:28 PM by MeDuSa
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She was thankful for the end of Winter and the beginning of a (hopefully) warmer Spring. Though her coat had gotten thicker as she adapted to the climate of Tinuvel, it didn't mean she liked all the snow and cold. She often found herself pressed to Arael's side in most cases since she found the mare an easy friend to keep. Both their bellies grew round as the seasons changed and Medusa wondered which would pop first. When she noticed Arael wandering off to find privacy one day while grazing, Medusa snorted and kept watch, making sure nothing interrupted the palomino mare. After a time, the tobiano took to pacing, impatient and wondering when was too long. Should she go check on her? How would she know if everything went okay? The young paint mare was nervous about her own impending birth as it was and this was only serving to make it worse. How would her own birthing go? Her mother made it sound so easy but she had no idea what she was getting herself into and there was no time for regrets now. She would be ready to do it herself any day now. But when she heard the tiny nicker, her head shot up and ears pricked, blue and brown gaze settling on the familiar face of her friend and a tiny version at her side. Medusa nickered back in a happy greeting as she walked toward them with her head low and her eyes ever curious of the tiny foal. "She's gorgeous, Arael. What will you name her?" Medusa_mare_3yo_Mutt_14hh_Bay Dun Tobiano EE Aa Dd nT_one blue eye and one brown eye_Monster x Rougaru_betrothed to Ironclad_Tinuvel Inlet |
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- I don't really like myself without you - By Ironclad May 10, 2021 at 10:29:29 AM
- she holds her hands up to the sky - By Arael July 9, 2021 at 11:43:40 PM
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