Stomping her front leg in the snow, Astara gave in. "My name is Astara," she said, a bit more gently, but not much. "And no, I'm not looking for a home. Not necessarily." The dancing of the mare she watched with bewilderment, as she couldn't remember the last time she had moved so freely. Perhaps it was some sort of relief from the foal growing inside her, but Astara wouldn't have known. She had never been in such circumstance before, and had no intention of it soon.
Searching for her mother was her first priority, despite how bleak the possibly grew each day...
"Let me guess," she said at length. "You are some sort of recruiter? Are you with a stallion too busy to do his own work?" Judging by Zara's belly, it would seem a just conclusion.
Searching for her mother was her first priority, despite how bleak the possibly grew each day...
"Let me guess," she said at length. "You are some sort of recruiter? Are you with a stallion too busy to do his own work?" Judging by Zara's belly, it would seem a just conclusion.