09-01-2016, 11:27 PM
To say Sirana was not very happy was an understatement. First, almost a year ago, she'd been given away to a herd stallion as part of a deal her sire made without her. Now, she had been taken away from the stallion and was forced to live here? Why couldn't she have had a normal life, back home in the safety of the Falls, continuing to learn the skills of a diplomat from her dam and the trade of a warrior from Raxa, Nitika, Jedi, and the others?
Because fate was against her that's why.
The mares of the herd that Sirana had accompanied to the new land finally arrived. Now that she looked around, seeing this territory, a name came to her: the Gemstone Ridge. She'd only ever heard the name, had never seen it in person. This is where the stallion's herd lived? Even if she hated his guts, it was a nice, beautiful place to live.
The two herds encountered one another, and Sirana was immediately off-put. She did not trust any of these mares, and she did not want the ones she'd come to call her friends anywhere near them. She had a feeling that the stallion's first harem wouldn't like all the new company, especially if a number of them were already fighting for his affection. Why they did so, Sirana did not understand. Not like she cared either.
The black mare, Zaravich, lowered her head, clearly upset with the surprise fate had dealt them. The amber champagne filly started walking over to the mare she considered a friend, but the stallion beat her to it. Mad at the nerve he had at speaking to Zaravich, considering what he'd recently done, Sirana strode over, snorting angrily at the stallion as she got between him and the black mare.
She looked at her friend, "Don't waste your time on him Zaravich. He's not going to care anyways," she said, glancing back, using her eyes to send a message to her friend for her to move away.
Because fate was against her that's why.
The mares of the herd that Sirana had accompanied to the new land finally arrived. Now that she looked around, seeing this territory, a name came to her: the Gemstone Ridge. She'd only ever heard the name, had never seen it in person. This is where the stallion's herd lived? Even if she hated his guts, it was a nice, beautiful place to live.
The two herds encountered one another, and Sirana was immediately off-put. She did not trust any of these mares, and she did not want the ones she'd come to call her friends anywhere near them. She had a feeling that the stallion's first harem wouldn't like all the new company, especially if a number of them were already fighting for his affection. Why they did so, Sirana did not understand. Not like she cared either.
The black mare, Zaravich, lowered her head, clearly upset with the surprise fate had dealt them. The amber champagne filly started walking over to the mare she considered a friend, but the stallion beat her to it. Mad at the nerve he had at speaking to Zaravich, considering what he'd recently done, Sirana strode over, snorting angrily at the stallion as she got between him and the black mare.
She looked at her friend, "Don't waste your time on him Zaravich. He's not going to care anyways," she said, glancing back, using her eyes to send a message to her friend for her to move away.