Post by Ayla on Jul 27, 2010 11:55:07 GMT -5
They're lead stallion had vanished, their homeland overtaken. The bay essa barely managed to escape with her daughter. Celeste was nearly a yearling now and was growing fast. She would be a true prize to any stallion that found her when she was older. Ayla looked down at her daughter with pride and affection. The only truely good thing to ever happen to her.
The little filly pranced around after butterflies and grasshoppers, clearly enjoying the nice weather. A small flock of birds emerging from the tall grass in front of her sent the little arabian filly racing back to her mother.
The little filly pranced around after butterflies and grasshoppers, clearly enjoying the nice weather. A small flock of birds emerging from the tall grass in front of her sent the little arabian filly racing back to her mother.
