Sleepy Fox Hollow felsic

fancy was absolutely full of stories with a moral. she was a scientific woman who also managed to remain spiritual, two ends of a spectrum that selenia herself had never been able to reconcile.

to hear that the entire thing ended with a verbal kick at the heron sent her into a spate of laughter. what a funny creature fancy was! and she had no quarrel with any claim. birds were vain and donkeys weren't able to sing.

she pulled leaves from the other mare's mane and sighed. "copperhead and mayflower. will you tell me about them? maybe i need to think of new names," selenia said, thoughtful and reflective on how much of her own history she had not known.

"are you a lorekeeper, fancy?" she asked, unable to keep from interjecting a second question behind the first. it was soothing, though, knowing that every foal born to their herd would grow up sharing this knowledge. it was how things should be.