Sleepy Fox Hollow Mint

for some reason, it made selenia blush to realize what fancy meant. nature had a way of dealing with a mare that did not seem altogether fair. "you've made a beautiful girl," she murmured, already thinking of the filly as her very own niece.

silverbirch had been sired by stormcloud. he had died before seeing her born. maplesmoke was father to the new baby horse and the one to be born, but he was not here to see either.

colosseum, unless he were challenged by another, would bring about the next pair of conceptions.

would he see them born?

she did not mean to feel so pensive; selenia returned to the warm scene. "what about...socks?" too plain? it didn't quite showcase a horse, she supposed.