Hoshor Plains basalt

silverbirch stood, and selenia heaved a sigh of relief. her filly's concentration had not gone unwatched and now it would be rewarded by life.

the mare did not move the scarce feet back to her baby, wanting to see that the newborn horse tottered forward on those long legs.

her eyes were soft, her voice encouraging.

you can do this, darling.

the ancient process of birth to running had started for silverbirch.