Sleepy Fox Hollow Mint

four white socks, courtesy of the Breedmistress. selenia listened attentively as she always did when fancy passed down the histories to which the buckskin mare should have been privy all her life. time spent roaming with other ruminants, half-raised by them as well, had disconnected the twofeather. it was through fancy that she had begun to learn the important lore of her own species.

a whickering smile from her then, a little amused snort. 

"trusty. antic. rufous. schmancy. it does have a ring to it," selenia chuckled. "maybe they'll both need to show us their names."