Hoshor Plains basalt

tears dewed selenia's lashes, blurring the perfect face of her daughter. she looked like a blend of them, of herself and stormcloud. he had been good to her, to all of them. the mare missed him dearly.

she nosed over the little one's forelock and they shared breath again, selenia staying close until those beautiful eyes focused and her own strength returned.

"silverbirch," she decided, closing her own gaze for a moment, thinking of how her mother would have been so very proud to see this filly.