First Sign of Spring Posted on May 19, 2021 at 05:40:18 AM by Presti & Cerauno
Presti loped along, following her father's hoofprints in the damp ground. She had grown quickly, as most foals do over the last few months and now proudly boasted her adult stature. Elegant legs, fjord coloring, and a hint of the classic marwari ears. She shook her short mane to loosen the muscles beneath it from the travelling they had done, and gave a sigh of relief when she saw the edge of the meadow.
She hadn't travelled much as a foal. Between her blind mother and scarred father, she was used to being on the outskirts of society. But now it was different. She could feel the spring energy in the air and wanted to sink into every moment of it. So she drifted away from her father for a bit, testing the newfound limits of her independence.
Cerauno watched his only filly leave the edge of his vision. Every instinct wanted to give chase, herd her back to his side where it was safe. But he knew that that wouldn't work forever. Maybe when she was a young foal, but not now. They were in the meadow, and with all the other horses around, it was bound to be a safe place. So he watched her as she followed the creek downstream, entranced by the soft bubbling of the water until she faded from his sight.
Presti sniffed the air, picking up on all the knew scents around her. One in particular got stronger as she followed the stream, until she eventually found hoofprints in the mud. Curious, she started to follow them, carefully placing each of her hooves in the imprint to see if she could fit within. Replies: