by TheScamperPony » Mon Jul 19, 2010 1:31 pm
Hocx was happy with this mare. "Hey, well, your a mare wandering through stallions' forests. Maybe you want to be in my herd? Instead of those other bad stallions!" He said playfully, nipping her lightly.
Fallen, still weeping over her foal, could sense something below her head. Looking down, she saw a small twitch of the precious wings of her foal. Slowly, the foals started to breath. "Oh my foal!" she said, nuzzling her. "My wonderful, wonderful, Fallen Aer." sheltering the fragile newborn from the wind, she helped the foal get dry and look around.