Graced with her blessing and forgiveness for crossing into the borders of a forged landscape I remained firm in my stance as I gazed upon the approaching foals. Innocence was so sweet and savory, and more often than not it was taken away far too soon. Tiara, carved in blotches of ivory gave a delicate bob to the mare in recognition. Indeed it was difficult to tell where one land ended, and one began; the throat was not this blended however; going from a heated desert to the land of green was very drastic and beautiful. The short silence between us was filled with amusement of watching the children emerge from their mother’s backside. Their curious steps made me flutter with envy, to be so young and careless; to not know the difference in good and evil. I sighed faintly, returning baby blues upon the alabaster mare, her features changing as the tone spilled from her lips. Cupped lobes perked to the hopes she had been waiting for- the seductive Pegasus did reside here, or did.

I’m sure my expression remained rather blank, but my eyes tingled with curiosity, was this mare the love he had spoken of, surely not as to his mention she lived in the throat. Her following statement intrigued me somewhat, and made me wonder how my one night with him on that cold beach within his warm caress would have gone. The poor thing, knocked up and abandoned, but by such a kind gentle creature; or was I sorely mistake for Note being a night predator? It was obvious she had some emotion for the Pegasus, but I didn’t feel sorry for her; but the children. I pried my eyes from her angered pools, and gazed upon the youth in all their beauty. At least the shire had gifted her with such a prize, both healthy and stunning. I returned, to look upon the alabaster mare and offered a smile of comfort; oddly thankful nothing between her and the stallion happened that night.

"I only met him momentarily in late winter." I spoke in assurance; perhaps she had seen him after their meeting? "Should I find him again, I will nudge him in your direction." I finished, taking a step closer to the delicate babes that stood between us. One day, I would have a child- or two. Just not yet; one a stallion worthy of his loins.. Hector. Now that was a champion. As the kind mare Brisa, offered to give an escort around the Edge, a smile tugged upon my lips. It would be nice, to have a friend somewhere; and perhaps upon their walk they could get to know one another better. "I would love a preview of your beautiful home. As it’s getting late, would your leadership mind me resting here for the night?" I inquired, and walked closer to the mare, muzzle extending to her in a gesture of thanks, and acceptance of the warm welcome.

@[Brisa]
Mother's Voice.
Response to mother.
@[Brisa]

Morana