The seasons had changed in almost a blink of an eye. The days of Spring were long gone and the chestnut mare had watched her filly grow from a white heap upon the ground into a little rambunctious white spindly weanling. It was crazy for Asphara to think that she had birthed that creature only a few seasons ago and it was once again Fall. Her mind could not keep track and her body was aching to go create another little foal that she could raise. Yet, with how she struggled to handle Rosaliana, Asphara was afraid that Tyr would not be willing to just give her one more to care for. Asphara knew after this season if she did have a foal, she would be staying away from stallions for the next couple years to fully recoup. Asphara did not wish to be a broodmare for it did inhibit her traveling a bit. It was harder for her to walk with her body swollen and she had once ran heavily laden with a foal. These years she had left of her life, the young mare did not wish to waste taking care of spindly little slobbering rats.
Padding through the ridge, Asphara took time while her filly was off playing around with lord knew what to explore. There were enough horses in this home to catch the filly if she were to cause chaos and Asphara knew that she would probably be reprimanding said child later in the day. Shaking out her coat though, the red mare stared towards the sky as the sun crested over the horizon, speaking of morning well on its way. She liked the sunrise, something so peaceful in its quiet grace that she could not help herself when she smiled and headed towards the ridge that Tyr had found her in almost a year ago. Her hooves went on their own accord with this forward movement as she drank in the morning sounds that were barely starting to corus behind her.
When round hooves ended at the ridge, the mare's body rested slightly stretched out as the breeze from the ocean pushed her hair back. Her long legs were elegant as they held her up. Asphara’s long red tail billowed behind her back, her mane doing the same against her neck and withers. Blue eyes were closed as her face angled up to greet the rising sun. These morning were a blessing to the mare and she enjoyed them thoroughly, not sure who would join her in this morning's peacefulness.
ASPHARA
mare | 15.3hhs | chestnut | of the ridge
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