Hoshor Plains Lichen

The bay mare limped. Silverbirch looked on curiously as her mother doted upon the wounded mare, reassuring her. Having little understanding of what this injury might mean, Silverbirch failed to comprehend the importance of the current meeting, and began to nudge her mother’s side restlessly.

The sorrel spoke; she was always so bossy! And she never had any milk! Silverbirch flicked her feathery tail and snorted- a gesture that might have appeared as agreement in context, and began to nose at her mother’s bag for a drink of milk.