FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
There's nothing better than a cluster of children, nothing better to the little mare named Wichita. She watches the new colt from a distance, making sure he was safe, making sure he 'kept his nose clean' as her momma used to say. She also wanted to give him a chance to meet some horses his own age, or to build his own relationships. It's how they grow, how they learn, and when he needed guidance - he would know where to find her.
She is pleased that in no time, another of the resident foals greets Azariel. A young colt she has never met before, perhaps because she was always so busy with her own children. Maybe he was new though, that could always be the case. In curiosity she finds herself moving towards them, she wanted to see who this was.
“Hi there.” She calls, coming to stand near Azariel. “Don’t think I seen ya around before, I’m Wichita.” She smiles and gives a swish of her tail, resting one of her legs on its point. “Where’s your ma at sugar?” She lifts her dainty head to look around, trying to spot the female to whom this boy belonged.