Eudora was growing up into such a lovely girl. She was gold and spotted like many of her siblings but, like her mother, she had a softer sheen to the shade of her gilded coat. Too, around her muzzle and eyes the skin was a dusty rose and, if one was close enough, they’d see little brown freckles scattered there as well. Her hair was a faint cream-white, and half-grown out now that she’d passed spring for the first time since her birth. She still looked much like a young filly and nothing like the maturing mare she would one day be. Her legs were still too long and knees too knobby, her rump sitting a little higher than her front as she was in-between growth-spurts. She did not move gracefully, but bullied her way through the tall grasses with all the exuberance of her youth.
Even now as the rain fell in a heavy sheet and thunder boomed periodically overhead, the young girl knew she should scamper off to find her mother and tuck up safely against her. But a storm was just a storm, and Eudora had already lived through quite a few. She thought they were rather invigorating - the way the wind whipped and whistled, making the entirety of the Prairie shake beneath it’s gusts - and threw her head as she playfully half-reared and took off into the rain, flicking her ears back to protect the soft innards from getting pelted by the drops as she ran.
It was fun until she splashed directly into a rut in the ground that’d managed to gather significant muddy water. It splattered up her gilded front, leaving it speckled with dark watery mud, and she skidded a little on the slippery muck beneath the shallow water. “Woah!-” Eudora yelped out, long legs scrambling as she caught herself before she went careening downward into the puddle. A triumphant laugh had just left her, pleased she’d managed not to fall, when the sound of a mare’s call drew her attention.
By now Eudora was thoroughly soaked - or, her top-coat was anyways - and she flicked out her wet strands of hair behind her haunches and moved curiously toward whoever it was that was calling out. The painted mare was recognizable only as one of the newer Prairie residents but, other than that, Eudora was wholly clueless of who she was. “Hi!” She still said exuberantly, giggling as she gave a playful little kick out at the rain before finishing her trot up to the mare. As she reached to share breaths she gently clacked her teeth then, as she tucked her chin back, her brown eyes seemed to sparkle with the excitement she embodied. “The rain is so fun, isn’t it? I almost fell in a puddle!” She proclaimed - although it was probably obvious, given the entirety of her front was dotted in mud that the heavy rain hadn’t yet managed to wash off.
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