10-18-2024, 01:51 PM
As the other mare drew closer the young mother stiffened, at least until it became clear that she hadn't seen her child when she first approached. With that she relaxed again, she wasn't coming across as a threat to her newborn, especially when she spoke of her own foals.
Truth be told, Cascadia was feeling extremely overwhelmed with running from her demons and only having given birth 2 days ago. She was exhausted both mentally and physically, her body hadn't had a chance to recover before she had been forced to be on the move again. She worried over her newborn, of doing things right for her, she already had forced the little filly to travel for 2 days past the point of exhaustion, an action she felt incredible guilt over.
On hearing the mare speak her name, realisation hit her of how her stand off attitude must have appeared, mentally scolding herself as a yawn took over her.
"My apologies, I'm Cascadia" she replied, shifting her position and dropping her head until she can nuzzle her sleeping daughter "and this is Wynters" she says, her voice taking on that softer tone as she speaks about the most important thing in her life right now.
On hearing her mother's voice and touch the small foal lifted her head slightly, her ice blue eyes standing out against the black ringed fur that circles both eyes, against her almost white body. Eyes half closed in sleep, oblivious to the stranger her mother was conversing with, the young foal allowed her head to flop back down, asleep in seconds.
As the tri coloured mare brought her focus back to the other horse, she shook her head a little to clear some of the fog taking up residence there, before asking the question that was for front of her mind.
"So, do you live in these lands somewhere?" she spoke once more, the tiniest slither of something akin to hope wanting to take hold at the mere thought of finding somewhere safe to raise her child.
Truth be told, Cascadia was feeling extremely overwhelmed with running from her demons and only having given birth 2 days ago. She was exhausted both mentally and physically, her body hadn't had a chance to recover before she had been forced to be on the move again. She worried over her newborn, of doing things right for her, she already had forced the little filly to travel for 2 days past the point of exhaustion, an action she felt incredible guilt over.
On hearing the mare speak her name, realisation hit her of how her stand off attitude must have appeared, mentally scolding herself as a yawn took over her.
"My apologies, I'm Cascadia" she replied, shifting her position and dropping her head until she can nuzzle her sleeping daughter "and this is Wynters" she says, her voice taking on that softer tone as she speaks about the most important thing in her life right now.
On hearing her mother's voice and touch the small foal lifted her head slightly, her ice blue eyes standing out against the black ringed fur that circles both eyes, against her almost white body. Eyes half closed in sleep, oblivious to the stranger her mother was conversing with, the young foal allowed her head to flop back down, asleep in seconds.
As the tri coloured mare brought her focus back to the other horse, she shook her head a little to clear some of the fog taking up residence there, before asking the question that was for front of her mind.
"So, do you live in these lands somewhere?" she spoke once more, the tiniest slither of something akin to hope wanting to take hold at the mere thought of finding somewhere safe to raise her child.