The Meadow had become so familiar and as close to a home as she could ever know in her young life.
Her mother preferred to keep moving across the nomadic lands and hugging the lines of the territories and kingdoms. For a while she had followed along - not that she had much choice as a foal - but the travelling had become tiresome. Mother was an unsettled creature, the spotted woman had outright said as much when Drear had prodded as to why they kept moving throughout the seasons, never staying long enough to establish any roots. But the vagabond lifestyle wasn’t entirely something Drear had longed for, and the black marked maiden had grown tired of the aches in her legs, the burn in her lungs, and the untethered thoughts of her mind.
She had parted ways with her mother some time ago now, and often they’d cross paths whenever her mother had wandered through.
Those days were happy, but many times she’d catch herself wondering about her armored mom’s absence; wondering where she was and what she was doing. Drear had never been lucky enough to come across Fiorina since she’d gained her independence, but she held out hope that one of these days that some good fortune might find its way to her.
She’d hardly been paying attention to where she’d been heading, her thoughts lost in revelries and musings of how funny it was that the clouds above could take so many different shapes. That one in particular looking an awful lot like a bird with a very large tail.
Recognizing the sound of her name from a softened source, she stops, turning fully to gaze upon the most wonderful sight she had seen in a long time.
“Mom?” she questions, eagerly filling the space that laid between them with a few long strides. There’s no hesitation in her approach, and she quickly wraps her soft neck around her mom’s plated one in an overdue embrace. “I missed you,” the young mare said, closing her eyes, and unwilling to let her go - for at least a little while longer.
Watch the crowd's eyes open amazed
@[Fiorina] I'm sorry this is awful and apparently she's a hugger