Hoshor Plains sediment ii

herd of one hundred and five. selenia didn't know what that was, but could tell by fancy's tone that it must be a place like the afterlife. she whickered softly to feel the reassuring touch of the mare she was quickly adopting as a sort of older relative, plucking a burr or two from the edge of fancy's mane.

"a filly." selenia closed her eyes, smiling a little to think of how many sisters she'd been born alongside, how many older ones had helped to raise and watch and guide them. "that's good." colts were lovable, but they were all ready to be stallions far too early. a filly would stay with her forever, selenia hoped.