The yearling was pleased to find her instincts guided her back to where she'd left- the hollow, which had begun to grow green with the longer days and warmer temperatures. More lush than it had been, when she'd gone off- following the good grazing.
Nobody told her how far she could or couldn't go, when she was on her own. Nobody took her green grass, nobody gave her the mare-stare when she acted up, nobody told her about the risks she was taking. It was a relief, for a while.
She had found a band of three colts- all half-brothers who had been booted from their herd- and had palled around with them for a while but they'd been kind of disgusting, to be frank. Their rough-housing had been fun, at first- but she soon realized that it never stopped. They bickered, they taunted, they came up with crude names for one another, they shoved each other around and she could have sworn that each of them had looked at her, more than once, with eyes that never truly concealed what they imagined when they rubbed their two braincells together.
She hoped they wouldn't follow- and doubted that they would. Their biggest past-time was kicking the snot our of one another, and when they'd try to involve her, they'd complain that she always took it too seriously. She'd learned a few moves from them and had landed a couple hits that had made them respect her more, but she did not like being shoved around by horses that were a year older than she was.
With those experiences in her pocket, she meandered back into the hollow expecting to be welcomed by her mother and Fancy- she could smell them both, though the latter smelled somewhat sour. At any moment, she knew they'd come into sight- so she called out with a high, piping call, and framed herself up, to flex the few inches she'd grown in her time away, as well as the roundness of her grass-filled belly. Her tail was still a pathetic wisp- but long enough to swat away summer flies. A childlike brilliance still gleamed in her dark eyes as she tasted the air, and was glad to catch the scent of other horses once again.
Nobody told her how far she could or couldn't go, when she was on her own. Nobody took her green grass, nobody gave her the mare-stare when she acted up, nobody told her about the risks she was taking. It was a relief, for a while.
She had found a band of three colts- all half-brothers who had been booted from their herd- and had palled around with them for a while but they'd been kind of disgusting, to be frank. Their rough-housing had been fun, at first- but she soon realized that it never stopped. They bickered, they taunted, they came up with crude names for one another, they shoved each other around and she could have sworn that each of them had looked at her, more than once, with eyes that never truly concealed what they imagined when they rubbed their two braincells together.
She hoped they wouldn't follow- and doubted that they would. Their biggest past-time was kicking the snot our of one another, and when they'd try to involve her, they'd complain that she always took it too seriously. She'd learned a few moves from them and had landed a couple hits that had made them respect her more, but she did not like being shoved around by horses that were a year older than she was.
With those experiences in her pocket, she meandered back into the hollow expecting to be welcomed by her mother and Fancy- she could smell them both, though the latter smelled somewhat sour. At any moment, she knew they'd come into sight- so she called out with a high, piping call, and framed herself up, to flex the few inches she'd grown in her time away, as well as the roundness of her grass-filled belly. Her tail was still a pathetic wisp- but long enough to swat away summer flies. A childlike brilliance still gleamed in her dark eyes as she tasted the air, and was glad to catch the scent of other horses once again.
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