Hoshor Plains [m]Begonia

The herd welcomed a filly in Silverbirch, a dark grey filly that Fancy was certain would pale with age, perhaps to become a palomino or a dun. Had there been more mates in their herd, Fancy would have started a bet to see if anyone could guess how the filly would shed out. 

A lone bay mare joined them- a quiet, soft-spoken two year old named Cedar who had lost both her mother and her newborn sister to wolves. She was young and wild-eyed, but in Fancy’s eyes, any addition to their herd was an asset. 

With Selenia’s birth came a rush of emotion for Fancy. She had not conceived the year before, and felt a slight pang of envy. This envy sparked the want to bear a foal again- and within days of their newest addition, Fancy became receptive. 

She knew she would not need to call for @Maplesmoke- she wetted a patch of grass with urine, and allowed her aroma to waft on the breeze while she grazed, feigning obliviousness.