Sleepy Fox Hollow Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?

The stud wasn’t far off- he wouldn’t go too far, not while she was a beacon that could yet summon other stallions who could challenge his claim. She doubted any would show up to beat him and if they did, she both suspected- and would hope- that they would fail. She already had designs on birthing a red roan the next year. 

But rather than the mare in oestrus attracting studs from all around, it was the stud who brought home another horse- a healthy, patchwork paint who would definitely add some flair to their herd. 
 
Her own flashy filly moved forward as she did, motioned to stay at her mother’s flank and happy to do so- her hunger was never truly satisfied. Gettin’ yourself a good lookin’ herd of mares, She said to Colosseum who, no doubt, hoped to sire foals this year. Her ears pinned momentarily as she looked to the paint- a reflex, more than an earnest gesture. 

I’m Fancy, lead mare. You got a name?