Sleepy Fox Hollow rhyolite

that he'd been gone on her behalf was rather flattering to selenia, though like fancy she would have rather had him here. maybe then poor cedar wouldn't have —

the filly stage whispered. selenia stared at her in bemused shock, then muttered back, "yes." now she switched her flanks again and bobbed her muzzle to the end of fancy's pronouncement.

"this is silverbirch," she introduced,  sidling away so that they could see one another. "and this is maplesmoke, dear. he was our band stallion before you were born. fancy and i might both have his foals in the spring now."

the dark velvet of her gaze asked the stallion if there was more to know.