It had been a while now since Dreamer had given birth, which allowed her to find peace once more in her life. Watching her child take her first steps was something Dreamer had never once dreamed of. Yet, she found herself smiling a little more every day, knowing this life she had brought into the world was something she should be and could be proud of. As the girl got stronger, Dreamer had waited until the name hit her out of the blue. At roughly two weeks old, Dreamer had named her daughter Fantasyd. It sparked something in the daughter of Tyr to name her young one that, even if in some ways, it was a spin off of her own.
Now, with Spring over half way through, she found herself searching for something. It had her body moving through the Inlet with Fantasy romping around in the grasses around her. The child was never still for long, which made the joy Dreamer felt all the more powerful. Chuckling softly, the young woman dipped her head when Fantasy got close enough and lightly lipped the racing child's mane. “Easy now sugar plum, you're going to fall.”
As if her words were not a good enough warning, Dreamer watched as her daughter, not even two strides away slid on a small patch of spring rain puddle and rolled through the grass. Holding in her laughter, the pale mare shook her head slightly before catching something out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she looked a bit harder before her ears fully perked. Opening her lips, the mare called out to Nicodemus with her tail slightly raising, pride and happiness clearly written across her frame.
DREAMER
mare | 16.3hhs | sooty dunalino pintaloosa | vibrant daughter of Tyr
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