[open] Intelligence is a gift you were not graced with. [nicole pony and/or any]

[Zaravich]

the words she knows the tune she hums

Zaravich was very busy being productive in the Dale, it helped to pass time while Phaedrus was gone. She wasn't exactly sure where he was or when he would return, but in his disappearance the herd fell silent, she reached out to the other mares but was returned with more silence. Visiting the field and forest always allowed her to see new faces and hopefully recruit new equines.

The most dreadful part of going to the field was passing the adoption den, horrible mothers dropping there foals off for someone to take care of because they didn't want to. The den had been rather quiet recently which was good, but today was different. As she passed by she could hear the whimpers of a foal, one that was probably scared to be on there own. Her heart instantly broke and she tried to push past the den but her and Phaedrus did not have a foal this season and she did love being a mother. She stood thinking over the decision but decided to go and find the crying foal.

As she entered the den she wanted to cry herself, it was so lonely and sad looking. It wasn't hard to find the foal, they called out and talked out loud so it was pretty easy to find the foal. She layed eyes on the precious grullo filly, her pelt could use a rinse in water as the color was starting to become similar to that of dirt. What is wrong young one she spoke in a gentle and kind voice, she stepped near and licked the foals neck in an attempt to clean her My name is Zara, where is your mother?

Zaravich

the tiny dancer