Silver Lining
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nickname; silver || age; 6 years || gender; mare || heat stage; 0 ||breed; andalusian || rank; lone mare || herd; none || king/queen; none || foals; battleships || where; the meadow || feeling; content, wary || tagged; battleships || form; xx
Silver Lining had been dozing quietly in the shade of a silver birch tree, when the shriek of a bird of prey echoed through the air. Her eyes drifted slowly open, and she caught of the bird circling lazily overhead. Establishing that the bird was searching for carrion, the grey mare allowed her eyes to drift shut again. Realising that her young colt, Battleships, was no longer in sight, Silver's eyes snapped open again, a panic settling in her gut. Shifting anxiously from one foot to the other, the mare let a whinny escaped her throat. And listened. A faint squeal replied, and the soft thudding of hooves on loose earth drifted into her swiveling ears. Through the long grass came her black colt, racing on spindly legs; almost tripping over his own hooves. He skidded to a halt before his dam, and whickered quietly. Snorting back, Silver lowered her muzzle to her beloved colt's face; moving a piece of mane from his eyes. Briar blew out of his nose softly, before moving to his mother's side to suckle.
A short time later, Silver decided to move herself and her foal away from the meadows. The kings and queens of the land would be coming here more regularly, to establish their herds.
"Come on, Briar, we need to get going," Silver Lining spoke softly to her foal, and lead him away from the meadows.
Battleships
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nickname; briar || age; 8 weeks || gender; colt ||breed; andalusian x || rank; lone colt || herd; none || king/queen; none || foals; none || where; the meadow || feeling; playful, sleepy || tagged; Silver Lining || form; xx
As his mother dozed under the tree, Battleships shakily stood up on his long legs, wobbling a little. He had been lying down in the shade his mother provided, but now her mind was in other places, the colt wanted to explore. Twitching his nose, the young foal took in the smells of the meadow. Ears swiveling in all directions, he listened to the unique sounds. When a butterfly fluttered in front of him, Briar extended his neck to look at it a little more closely. It started to move away, and giggling a little, Battleships followed suit, prancing in the long grass. After following the butterfly for some time, and getting bored of it, Briar took in his surroundings. Lowering his head to a flower, he sneezed as the pollen drifted up his nostrils; his head lurching backwards as he did so. Giggling still, Briar ran through the flowers, sending petals and pollen into the air. Such activities, however, make a young foal tired. Shaking sleep off of his eyelids, Briar lowered himself into the long grass, falling asleep.
When his dam's worried call rang in his ears, the colt awoke immediately. He got to his feet and ran (rather clumsily, I might add) towards her. After the reunion, Briar moved around to suckle on his mother. When he finished, Silver Lining started moving him from the meadow. The colt didn't question it; he just followed her obediently.
