no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
The first summer had shown her many things, this second summer though was especially special. She had never been a very private child as her mother was, but she was obedient and so she never ventured too far. Her mother had become aware of her more wild inner side, more tempestuous than herself for certain, however, and had decided that the life of a quiet wife was perhaps beyond such a child. She was born to certain ways, but she was in a world apart now and understood that adherence to such things was going to be harder for the children raised in the Bay.
Sarama was never introduced to her father, but she had of course seen him from the shadows. When her father extends a silent muzzle, a puff of air all he offers, she pokes her head immediately out of the brush in the same obedience as she’d shown her shy mother. Parents were law and the only law that she’d never refute as a child.
"Aba." She says it respectfully, if a bit cautiously cheerfully, unaware that he had a rumored nature of being coarse and hardly playful himself. All she knew of him was what her mother had spoken, which was rough around the edges, but a good man who understood love. "I am Sarama. My mother is Mṛgaśira." She smiles, her two tone eyes peeking out of her skull marked face.
All over she is as black as he is, but her mother’s sabino genetics demanded to be recognized. The badger face, the cheek and throat mark, the knee, hock, and two hoof streaks. She is fantastically marked, even before one saw the little belly galaxy inherited from her grandfather.
OF TINUVEL’S FORESTED BAY
▻ one year - curly eared desert mutt - black sabino - 15.1 hh ◅