11-24-2024, 01:33 PM
Cascadia follows Myrna, before nudging her foal into the offered shelter. Now you can sleep my sweetheart she whispers just before the foal dropped like a stone, practically passed out from exhaustion. She winces as the foal drops, before dipping her head to nuzzle the sleeping filly.
Moving her attention back to the palomino mare she feels the adrenaline beginning to leave her body, replaced by exhaustion. Thank you Myrna, for everything in her mind she wants to say more, the loneliness gripping her.
Instead she merely nods before the other mare departs.
Standing over her sleeping foal she plans to sleep on her feet, which would keep her alert but halfway through the night she gives in to her exhaustion, laying down, her head resting over her child's back.
She wakes sometime early in the morning, choosing to stay as she is snuggled up with her foal, who is still asleep.
Moving her attention back to the palomino mare she feels the adrenaline beginning to leave her body, replaced by exhaustion. Thank you Myrna, for everything in her mind she wants to say more, the loneliness gripping her.
Instead she merely nods before the other mare departs.
Standing over her sleeping foal she plans to sleep on her feet, which would keep her alert but halfway through the night she gives in to her exhaustion, laying down, her head resting over her child's back.
She wakes sometime early in the morning, choosing to stay as she is snuggled up with her foal, who is still asleep.