Summer was often a peaceful time; all the foals having been born, and breeding season not upon them yet. Bacardi took advantage of the quiet, having his eyes closed and only swishing his tail every now and then to swat at a pesty fly. The stallion had managed to push away his worries for the time being to enjoy a good nap. The warmth of the sun dappling his back through the overhead leaves, and a gentle breeze stirring around them to cut back the heat. He didn’t know how long he had been there, how many hours he had wasted just simply enjoying his home, and he didn’t care. It could all change in a heartbeat, he knew from experience, so it was best to enjoy it while he had it.


It was the scent of Grizel that finally roused the stallion; his eyes prying open and his ears perking forward from their relaxed sideways position. Although he was around his family often, it had been a while that he had spent one on one time with the draft mare. Not quite so young anymore, she had grown into a beautiful mare and a beautiful mother. If not for her ailment, he would love for her to continue being a mother. It certainly suited her. But Bacardi did not know if it was worth the risk, or the strain it put on Grizel. He cared about her strongly, and didn’t want anything to happen to her just to bare a child.


Giving a low rumbling nicker, Bacardi left his napping place and walked after her scent until he came to the silver sabino mare. “Grizel” he greeted with a smile tugging at his dark lips. “It’s been awhile.”

mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the forest.

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