Sleepy Fox Hollow Rose gold

The sorrel whickered good-naturedly at the sound of their proposed names which were, on their own, harmless enough. 

It warmed her heart to think that Silverbirch might consider her own goal to be a younger sibling; she and Selenia had practically become sisters over the course of the year, so it seemed likely that their children might grow up just as close. She flared her nostrils in humour. If they’ll give it to her, She chuckled. Silverbirch had some attitude- lead mare material, though. 

She relished the feeling of Selenia’s brow pressed against her, and turned her neck to exhale soft, warm puffs of air along the woman’s poll. She wiggled her top lip, to scrub the spot just beneath Selenia’s mane, a comforting action. Damn straight, She breathed. And hopefully- a couple more fillies soon. She mused light-heartedly.