Raising a child had proven to be more difficult than she had imagined. It was a very involved process, nurturing the little life she'd brought into the world. It was a rewarding thing, for sure, and she dearly loved her son. But sometimes it was nice to slip away for a moment. He was growing quite big and bold these days, anyway -- she had already noticed his proclivity for exploring.
Desirea stood near a tree, surveying those who came to the field. She was here mainly to relax, but she figured she may as well keep an eye out for untraited mares who might like to join up with she, Szeth, and the little fallabella mare.
A beautiful silvery mare came into the field like a dream, moving with grace that captured Desirea's attention. Ears pricked, she followed the mare's movements until the beauty sank nimbly down to the earth, her mane trailing softly in the air. A small smile came to Desirea's lips, and she started forward.
She had only crossed a few long steps, however, when another came into view. Desi's smile turned to a frown, but she kept moving closer.
"Hello," she called softly, with her delicate voice. "I'm Desirea," she offered, sinking down to lay across from the mare and flashing her a shy smile.
