Sleepy Fox Hollow rhyolite

there was no time to even consider what a desert might mean for them. selenia only noted fancy's reluctance, and then silverbirch was whispering for her attention.

their lead mare postured. selenia squinted at the approaching figure and then brightened, whinnying gently under fancy's demand.

tail flicked her flanks; she kept herself between he and silverbirch, for now, but followed fancy with shining eyes, relief in every inch of her frame.