The multi colored mare entered the field with her son trailing behind her. She was once here but went to a place where no one was there. So she had come back worn out and exhausted from there journey. She was looking for a home that was secured. She stopped near a river her legs couldnt take anymore walking. She was heavily pregnant with her second foal by the great stallion Covet. Which should be due in a week or so. And she had her month old foal, who when she first arrived in Beqanna was only 2 weeks old.
They've both grown up a bit,we both were exhausted and decided to take a quick little nap under the tree. Before getting something to eat, they rested there tired legs and eyes for 10 minutes. The mare awoke to her still sleeping son. She pressed her muzzle against her swollen stomach. Before finding a place close to her son to graze. She was starved and worn out she wanted a place to rest.
The warm son warmed her pelt it felt good to be in the sun again. She lifted her head and smelled the fresh air it smelled good to smell freshness. She walks over to her son and nudges him awake, he must of been starved. Mishka stands and looks around alittle dozzy yet. Still half asleep, he licked his lips and they were dry like sand paper. He went to his mothers side and started to nurse. He drank his fill and pressed his little forehead against her mothers shoulder. Momma are we ever going to find a home?She nudged her foal trying to assure him. We will my son it just takes time, we will find a home soon. Have no worries my love. She lowered her head worrying they may never find a good home.
They've both grown up a bit,we both were exhausted and decided to take a quick little nap under the tree. Before getting something to eat, they rested there tired legs and eyes for 10 minutes. The mare awoke to her still sleeping son. She pressed her muzzle against her swollen stomach. Before finding a place close to her son to graze. She was starved and worn out she wanted a place to rest.
The warm son warmed her pelt it felt good to be in the sun again. She lifted her head and smelled the fresh air it smelled good to smell freshness. She walks over to her son and nudges him awake, he must of been starved. Mishka stands and looks around alittle dozzy yet. Still half asleep, he licked his lips and they were dry like sand paper. He went to his mothers side and started to nurse. He drank his fill and pressed his little forehead against her mothers shoulder. Momma are we ever going to find a home?She nudged her foal trying to assure him. We will my son it just takes time, we will find a home soon. Have no worries my love. She lowered her head worrying they may never find a good home.