Hoshor Plains limestone

The yearling moved to give space- an acknowledgement that Fancy appreciated as she moved forward to touch noses with Selenia. She turned a calm, brown eye toward the young grulla, nodding once as she was informed that this wasn’t one of Selenia’s foals, but a sister. 

She guessed them to be a few years apart- a sign that Selenia and Mallow came from good breeding stock. They would make handsome foals, she thought; and again, she felt a flicker of envy that she pushed away.

She moved then toward the yearling, ears forward and her muzzle outstretched so she might greet her as she had greeted her sister. Health was important to her; she exhaled softly, so Mallow might know her, as well. 

Yearlings could be unpredictable- but she seemed to come from fine stock. If Mallow was turned away, Selenia would likely go with her- the wise choice, then, seemed to be to welcome her. 

”Stay with us if you would like, Mallow. It is only us few, but Springtime comes; there will likely be more.” One, at least, as long as Selenia dropped a healthy foal. She assumed Maplesmoke would look for more to add to his band, steal them if he could- so that the next year they might grow again.