NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING.

Spring had slowly rolled onto the islands and a chestnut mare blinked her blue eyes. Her soft pink nose was aimed down towards the ocean, but she did not look at her reflection for very long as she saw the burn scars upon her hips and legs. Shaking her head, the mare named Asphara was about to head back into the heart of the Ridge when her body began to grow painful. Her ears tucked tight to her head before she reached around and bit at her round abdomen, not liking what was going to come next.


After half the day passed, Asphara lay under a bunch of vines and in between bushes with her foal tucked tight to her abdomen. The young colt had already nursed as she learned from her last child that they needed sustenance right off the bat. She did not like the feeling of her body taking care of the foal, but she would not allow him to die on her as she eyed his pretty coloring. He was red much like her, but different. He had white hairs lining his body and he looked so sweet and almost angelic.


Flicking her ears, Asphara laid there with her foal hidden in the jungle while her mind ran in circles. She had Rosaliana to care for still, but her mind was starting to formulate a plan for her yearling. She had heard the battle Tyr had against that beast of Paradise and she did not want that draft to come back and fight her leader again. Sighing, Asphara slowly tucked her thoughts away and curled her neck around her son and waited to see who would come this time around to her new child's life.