Hoshor Plains sediment ii

the skin along the twofeather's flanks shimmered again with her anxiety. but selenia found herself more at ease as the mare uttered a soft motherly sound toward her, one she was eager to echo.

muzzle sidelong; she took in the proud arch of the stallion's neck as he watched she and the other mare with a winsome, observant eye. selenia was not in a state to admire his handsomeness, but his strength was still too tangible not to ignore.

exhaling, she gave a long flick of her tail and a whicker, reaching in good faith for the warm breath of the other, for the tones of green that would tell how far the mare had traveled. in turn she gave her fear, her vulnerability, eyeing the male again even as she submitted to the providence of finding her own kind.

"will they be safe?" were the first words she spoke in weeks, and it was for her foal, murmured where she hoped the sorrel only could hear. they did not belong to the stallion, but then he had not brought a proper band with its usual suspicion. still, selenia must ask, flank twitching as a hind hoof lifted in unsurety.