oh what a thing to do ; any

[Vianne]

Despite her youth, Vianne was a patient girl, yearning for someone or somewhere to belong. Even if she was kept in the Golden Plains , the young mare felt completely and utterly alone which is something that she had never really experienced before; lest she desired her own company at times and even then her aunts were always watching her from a distance. Deflated and let down by her predicament, her aimless wandering led her to a place she was unfamiliar with, piquing her interest at something tucked away in the grass. Gray eyes lowered for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before she looked down at what she presumed was a strange breathing darkened rock. It was a riddle to her nose that captured her concentration. Giving the strange black fuzzy rock a little purring nuzzle from her nose she felt the warmth emitting off the tiny foal. His scent allured her instincts to nuzzle the little creature with a quivering purr " hello little one" Oh jesus christ don't do this as Vianne silently scolded herself  " where is your mum?"

Bending her swan like neck , her body soon descended to the ground so that she could lay with the dark little foal, hoping that her size might deter anything from happening to the bebe. Providing warmth and security to Lysenth for an unwarranted time.