Cletus take the reel

[Becca]

I look at my surroundings. The trees have icicles that look like claws and teeth. They moan in the wind. The snow is blue in the early morning light. If only mother were here. I feel a tear. Mother. She gave her life so I could live.

Maybe I could find another?

The Golden Princess

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around

Becca strode forwards, she never knew why she found herself in the adoption den, perhaps it was because she hadn't had any foals herself. It looked quite empty today, except for one small creature laying upon the frigid snow. Gently shuffling through the padded pillow of snow the mare reached the small colt. Gingerly looking at his bay snow flecked coat she nudged him gently, "Hush little one." she spoke softly not to frighten him.

Running her muzzle down his back her warm breath warmed his fur beneath her muzzle, "Can you stand darling?" She spoke softly. If she were to perhaps adopt him, he would need to be able to stand to journey back to Heavens gates by her side. Gently nudging him forwards she tried to urge the young colt onto his feet," Come on." she spoke soothingly as she urged him upwards.

becca

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