The First Steps

[amthystfire]

Kelsen was tired as he stood up and wiped his hands off. The new foal, Dihok, was curled up next to his dam, and she was still breathing heavily from having just given birth. It wouldn't be long before both of them were up and running about. Dihok was a pretty pony, dark with just the hint of white, his socks on his hind feet. He knew that Dihok, along with all the other horses and ponies they were breeding for this month's adoptions would be well cared for. Or at least that was his hope.

He watched as the dam gave a mighty heave and was up on her feet again, and little Dihok stood unsteadily on his legs for the first time. Kelsen noticed a small patch of white on his forehead; he was going to have a star when he grew up.