Cletus take the reel

[Becca]

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

Gently she guided the small colt to her side in order to stay a bit warmer, " Hello Johnathen." She spoke warmly. As she gently took in the scent of the little one he still had the smell of blood upon his coat meaning his mother probably didn't clean him off properly. Tenderly pushing That thought away, Becca turned towards him at the word died, at such a young age he shouldn't of been able to survive any longer than a week without his mother, unless during fall he some how coped to the mal nutrition of surviving off of the slowly diminishing amount of grass.

" Hmm... I guess I can be your mother, if you survived this long have you adapted to eating from the ground?" She spoke softly. Wishing she wouldn't some how have to ask Nadyah up in the dale for the use of her growing milk since she was now expecting. If she would allow it at that.

becca

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