Pyre was leading Zohara along a stream, the water still frigid but the summer air warm enough to let the girl play in its shallow depths. A smile tugged at the pale mare’s lips, happiness wrapped around her heart, making her filled with a strange contentment. Motherhood was never something she thought she would be good at, or even like, but strangely she had been both.


Nico’s call made Pyre pause, ears perking in curiosity. It wasn’t uncommon for the stallion to seek them out when his duties of lead were done. Especially to spend time with their painted buckskin daughter. But he had never called to them before. “Let’s go see what your Dad wants.” She said, reaching over to nudge her pink nose against Zohara’s tan shoulder playfully, before she picked up a trot and hurried along away from the stream and towards where Nico was.


When she spotted the calico stallion, her eyes did a quick sweep of him. There was no fear on his face, no blood on his coat. He seemed perfectly fine, and the worry that Pyre had kept hidden from Zohara quickly washed away. “You called?” said said as she stopped a few feet before her stallion, tilting her head a bit to the left while she arched her neck playfully. Her blue eyes half veiled with white forelock, but they glittered with a come hither look between the white strands.