03-30-2017, 03:11 PM
So this is what it must've been like for poor Anahi when she was raising one foal, even two at times despite the fact one would've been a yearling. Sirana had been enough trouble to her dam when Eiria was a newborn; the rambunctious yearling was running everywhere and getting in everyone's business, wanting to learn all she could about the world. When another horse wouldn't give her an answer, Sirana would seek out her dam's opinion, often waking her up from her brief naps in the process.
The mare could've sworn it had only been about five minutes before an unfamiliar voice drew her back out of her desired slumber. Her eyes lazily drifted open to be met with a beautiful sight. Despite the heat of the spring sun, a white rose had sprouted, its color glittering ivory in the sunlight. Sirana was a bit taken aback, having never seen anything like this. She stretched out her neck some, giving the flower a light sniff. Though the smell of snow was prominent, she thought she could still detect the scent of a rose flower. But that could've just been her, since the smell of roses brought back happy memories of when her siblings were born.
After Anahi found that grove in the Falls so long ago, often giving birth there due to its secluded spot and forest providing shelter for them, a small rose bush had once more begun sprouting following Eiria's birth. Sirana found it almost ironic, for she remembered seeing the poor-condition plant the first time she and her dam had set hoof in that grove. But the first time she saw it sprouting got rid of any doubt in her mind. It may have been a weird coincidence, or something of the nature. At that age, Sirana only cared about how beautiful the rose bush looked once it bloomed.
Sirana had been contemplating her memories when she remembered she had company. After all, a pure white rose couldn't have just sprouted suddenly like that. It had to have been the doing of one of Beqanna's horses that possessed special abilities, like some of her past Falls herd mates. Her brown eyes glanced to her left, seeing another set of hooves. She lifted her head, taking in the horse's form.
He was a lithely built creature, not quite up to the form of a stallion just yet. Still, his overall appearance indicated he probably wasn't younger than two years old. He was clad in a red roan coat, not totally unlike the coloring Sirana's own sire possessed, different only thanks to mane and tail color. His brown eyes, a few shades different than hers, held a sparkle of mischief, but Sirana thought she saw potential lurking within them.
"Well, the flower did help. So, thank you," Sirana replied quietly, a small smile forming on her lips. She glanced down at the rose again, a flicker of happiness igniting in her heart. Moving her head to brush her forelock out of her eyes, the champagne mare looked at the stallion again, "Nice to meet you Fox. I'm Sirana."
The mare could've sworn it had only been about five minutes before an unfamiliar voice drew her back out of her desired slumber. Her eyes lazily drifted open to be met with a beautiful sight. Despite the heat of the spring sun, a white rose had sprouted, its color glittering ivory in the sunlight. Sirana was a bit taken aback, having never seen anything like this. She stretched out her neck some, giving the flower a light sniff. Though the smell of snow was prominent, she thought she could still detect the scent of a rose flower. But that could've just been her, since the smell of roses brought back happy memories of when her siblings were born.
After Anahi found that grove in the Falls so long ago, often giving birth there due to its secluded spot and forest providing shelter for them, a small rose bush had once more begun sprouting following Eiria's birth. Sirana found it almost ironic, for she remembered seeing the poor-condition plant the first time she and her dam had set hoof in that grove. But the first time she saw it sprouting got rid of any doubt in her mind. It may have been a weird coincidence, or something of the nature. At that age, Sirana only cared about how beautiful the rose bush looked once it bloomed.
Sirana had been contemplating her memories when she remembered she had company. After all, a pure white rose couldn't have just sprouted suddenly like that. It had to have been the doing of one of Beqanna's horses that possessed special abilities, like some of her past Falls herd mates. Her brown eyes glanced to her left, seeing another set of hooves. She lifted her head, taking in the horse's form.
He was a lithely built creature, not quite up to the form of a stallion just yet. Still, his overall appearance indicated he probably wasn't younger than two years old. He was clad in a red roan coat, not totally unlike the coloring Sirana's own sire possessed, different only thanks to mane and tail color. His brown eyes, a few shades different than hers, held a sparkle of mischief, but Sirana thought she saw potential lurking within them.
"Well, the flower did help. So, thank you," Sirana replied quietly, a small smile forming on her lips. She glanced down at the rose again, a flicker of happiness igniting in her heart. Moving her head to brush her forelock out of her eyes, the champagne mare looked at the stallion again, "Nice to meet you Fox. I'm Sirana."