
a blossom unfolds
as the foal takes her first steps
trembling, at first
for she has begun
to witness the magnificence of her World
it envelops her,
its Energy pushing her to her feet
and the blossom unfurls
Shows its true beauty
They grow Stronger
Together
Sharing in their joy and their strife
As the Seasons change,
The blossom huddles back
from where it came
the foal, now a mare
cries
Why did you leave me
i need you
and the blossom whispers
Together, we will always be
and Together, we will always stay
Together in heart
and Together, never to part
and she entwined herself around the mare
until nobody could take them apart
they were a part of each other
and their shared Glory
resplendent in the morning

Gloria appreciates beauty, though she isn’t vain. She loves to help everyone bring out their own unique beauty, and is generally a helpful person. She tends to go with the flow, but when needed, she states her opinions, and won’t back down from them. She strongly believes that you can achieve anything if you work hard enough for it. If you’re dedicated enough, then there is no need to worry about it. Another aspect of her personality is her smarts. She tends to be a little bit of a perfectionist, but it pays off in the end, for her work can be flawless. The only problem with her perfectionism is the fact that she is always holding herself to impossibly high standards. Gloria is a logical mare, who can always think things through before she does them, though when with her friends, she enjoys the freedom of not being weighed down by trying to be perfect all the time. She has an exceptional talent for dressage, being eager to please. She also competes in pulling bees, to honor her ancestor, though dressage is her true passion.

“Oh, Mother, I don’t know! But what if something happens? After all, there’s all those drafts and they’re all stronger than me!”
“Sweetie, you’ll do fine. They may be stronger than you in body, but in mind, you’re the most determined of them all.”
Gloria nodded, not sure she believed her. I’ll try my best, and see what I can do! After all those weeks of training... She had been training for quite a few months now with her owner, building up her strength pulling logs of various sizes. After all, it was a pulling bee. Just like her ancestors did, like the foundation of her breed, the stallion Figure. I’ll try to live up to his legacy, she decided.
Soon, the competition was about to start. Her owner, a tall, lanky girl about 17 years of age, with shiny, wavy black hair and piercing teal eyes put her hand on Gloria's flank, and calmed her. She relaxed under the protective touch of the girl, and focused her mind on her past training.
First up was a returning champion, a strong and well experienced Belgian draft. He stepped into the circle, and a competitive spark glinted in his eye. His owner, a bearded man of 40, of a formidably muscular size, hitched him up to the tremendous log. As the draft started to pull, his muscles bulged and strained, but the log barely moved. His hooves dug into the ground, but it was to no avail. The log stayed unmoving and stubborn. As time went on, the other horses gave it a try, but the log still didn’t budge. The first horse walked up to Gloria, and asked her, “Are you a spectator? The spectators aren’t allowed in this area. Though I don’t know why you’re here anyways. This sport isn’t good for small little Morgans.” Her owner tightened her grip on her halter, sensing a conflict.
Gloria tossed her head and spoke firmly, “Actually, I’m competing today. Just you watch, because I bet I can move that log a couple feet at the least!” In her anger of her species being discriminated, she’d stated a bet that she was going to move the log further than him, the champion! She always thought before she spoke! And, she realized, the one time she didn’t, it happened to be in front of the Pulling Bee champion. He turned away, but not before rolling his eyes and muttering, “Pfft. Yeah right. A weak little horse would move the log two feet. In her dreams.” Gloria hung her head. Didn’t her mother try to teach her the consequences of blurting out false promises?
But then, as she stepped forward to get hitched in to the harness, she remembered something the champion said. “In her dreams.” If she could dream of winning, then she could do it! As she started to pull the log, she imagined feeling the it move through the grass, she pictured her victory, her happiness of being freed of the burden. And before she knew it, she was standing in her mother and owner’s embrace, taking in the glory that all started from her great-great grandfather, Figure.
The stallion, Figure, is thought to be the foundation of the Morgan breed. He was born in Massachusetts in 1789, being sired by True Briton, an English Thoroughbred. This famous horse was given as payment for a debt in 1792, to Justin Morgan, who, as you guessed, was who the breed is named after. He raced in some sweepstakes and won, so he was offered as a stud and became known as the “Justin Morgan Horse.” Figure is a pretty famous historical horse today, having a Disney movie and children’s book written about him, both called “Justin Morgan had a Horse."


Unfortunately, I didn’t do her beautiful brindle justice, but if I win her, I’ll do more art, and I promise that the floral brindle will look better. I lined it in marker and it was too late to change it, since I don’t have white-out.

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