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02-03-2017, 06:19 PM
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As she grazed, Sheba settled back into her reverie, anticipating her homecoming. The nook would have to be dusted off and the fire restarted and fed, and the moss would need to be freshened up…she made a mental note to collect these items once she neared her cave, for efficiency’s sake. The moss would probably be easy enough to find, since it liked the damp, but unearthing dry kindling in mud season would be—
Wait. Though caught up in her thoughts, the old mare had been on her own long enough to keep watch while exposed aboveground. Someone was coming, the spring breeze told her that much, though the hoofbeats were so faint that she wondered if she would have noticed them at all if it had not been for the telltale scent. And then, before she could move, over the rise came a tri-colored filly, obviously only a little more surprised to see Sheba standing before her. “How is it that I cannot smell you?” she asked immediately upon spotting the old mare, who was sizing her up in turn. She was gangly in the way foals were, but she appeared to be alone, Sheba noted. She guessed her age to be about a year or so, which would explain the length of the bright blue horn that sprouted from the center of her forehead. Luckily, she did not appear to be threatening in the least, but still, Sheba was caught off guard all the same by her lightfooted approach and sudden appearance. “I’m downwind,” the crone replied evenly. Finished with her assessment of the stranger, she resumed her meal but kept the filly in her line of sight. “First rule of grazing alone. Didn’t your mother teach you that?” Hers certainly had. |
@Bathsheba no worries!
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