08-23-2016, 12:45 PM
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her lying down. She'll be rolling in the dust again, he thinks. Good to keep the bugs off, but not something he's particularly interested in. He hears something and turns, but Pot of Cream had spoken quietly so he does not catch it. If she had wanted him to hear, he muses, she's have said something out loud.
The trees overhead are bright with autumn reds, and he glances up. A few of the leaves are pale yellow, reminding him of the other mare that had looked so much like Pot of Cream. He wonders if Ryde had claimed her, or if he might still have a chance to have a matching pair. Pot of Cream is a good mare and will make a good mother. Why wouldn't her sister be the same?
He glances over at the cremello again, waiting to see if she has something to say yet. They have the rest of autumn still, and then the long winter and early spring. Hopefully she will begin to show signs of pregnancy by winter. She must be pregnant, he knows, but there is no harm keeping her away from other stallions regardless.
The trees overhead are bright with autumn reds, and he glances up. A few of the leaves are pale yellow, reminding him of the other mare that had looked so much like Pot of Cream. He wonders if Ryde had claimed her, or if he might still have a chance to have a matching pair. Pot of Cream is a good mare and will make a good mother. Why wouldn't her sister be the same?
He glances over at the cremello again, waiting to see if she has something to say yet. They have the rest of autumn still, and then the long winter and early spring. Hopefully she will begin to show signs of pregnancy by winter. She must be pregnant, he knows, but there is no harm keeping her away from other stallions regardless.