Sleepy Fox Hollow Rose gold

Fancy blinked thoughtfully, and lifted her head for a moment, resting it on Selenia’s withers. It’s been such a hectic Fall, with no stallion, that I hadn’t even started to think of names, She replied. She couldn’t let herself sink too deeply into fancy, and daydream about names when she should be on watch. 

I don’t name ‘em until after they’ve found their feet, She said, returning her muzzle to Selenia’s neck. But I think I’ll keep with the pattern I’ve got, She said with a light snort. Adjectives. She scrubbed her velvety upper lip in circles. You got names?