Hoshor Plains limestone

selenia returned the whuff of warm air, tugging playfully on mallow's forelock. her jaws parted to say something else, but then the sorrel mare was joining them, her step as confident as it had been that first day. there could be no mistaking her role, especially when selenia deferred as she came near.

"fancy. this is my sister, mallow." her tail flicked against her flanks affably. "mallow, this is our lead-mare. maplesmoke is our stallion."

the use of 'our,' she hoped, might reinforce their sense of equine community. even if mallow did not want to bend her head to a stranger, their strength was in togetherness.