10-30-2015, 06:28 PM
I don't know why I went to the Adoption Den, but something was tugging me there. I looked just as some dark mare went away. I sighed. Figures, the last foal, taken. Then I see small puffs of steam through the branches. My hopes rise as a realize they could mean only one thing here -- a foal. I call out, swollen belly not letting me get any nearer. Hopefully they hear me. Hopefully they come. If my foal and this one have to share milk, fine. I don't care. I just want this one to have a sibling, someone it can relate to. Someone to be its friend.