05-10-2016, 02:53 AM
At three months old, Sirana had already started to grow into a healthy young filly. Her coat would still continue to lighten, but now that she'd started to grow a finer layer of it, her pattern really popper. Her coat was a bright chestnut, her white star standing out perfectly against her forehead. Her ears were tiny and sculpted against her fine head, her young body filling out nicely as she was growing. Her legs were still a bit long, but she did still have a lot of growing to do anyways.
Besides, the long legs were great for running. On this beautiful summer day, Sirana and her dam were out in the meadow just outside the Cobblestone territory. Anahi apparently liked that area a lot, and so Sirana, while still needing a dam's milk, used her time here to run around and explore while her dam ate the grass. To this day, the filly still wondered what it would be like to taste that green stuff she was always rolling around in. She didn't have the teeth capable of chewing it though, so no point in trying to find out.
The filly let out a happy whinny as she ran through the grass, slowing down enough that she could drop onto her back and roll around. A happy smile appeared on her face as she scratched her back on the earth beneath the grass, grateful to get rid of the itching. She got back up and continued to run some more, kicking her legs up in joy as she enjoyed herself.
Spotting a butterfly on a flower nearby, the filly wandered closer, admiring the bright red patterns on the insect's wings. The butterfly flapped its wings and left the flower, beginning to fly back toward the Cobblestone territory. Figuring there was nothing wrong in following it, as long as she didn't go too far, the filly followed after the butterfly, trotting fast enough to keep pace with it.
When it landed on another flower, Sirana lowered her head, flaring her nostrils at the insect as she tried to get a closer look. The butterfly left the flower again, flapping closer to her muzzle and landing there for a brief moment before taking off again, probably to go find a new flower.
Sirana watched the insect fly away, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Deciding she should return to her dam's side, Sirana turned and prepared to head back, but something stopped her. Flicking her ears back, the filly listened closely; it sounded like there were voices nearby, which meant there were some herd horses. How exciting! One voice she recognized immediately; it was her sire, Archam. That fact alone filled Sirana with a lot of excitement; it had been a few days since she'd last seen her sire, so she'd be happy to see him again.
The other voice, she didn't recognize, but that didn't matter. Perhaps it was a new member of the herd, some new addition to their 'family'. Anahi had told Sirana with that word meant, that even if the horses in her sire's herd weren't all blood related, they took care of one another, which made them like a family. Sirana wanted to make sure everyone in her family felt like they belonged here, so she figured she should go say hi to the new horse.
Cantering toward the voices, the filly arrived there just in time to fully make out what the other voice, the stranger's voice, was saying. She hadn't earlier, but now that she could determine what was being sad, it made her mad. Why was this strange horse speaking to her sire like that? Why was she being so rude?
Sirana didn't like that; her sire was a good, kind horse. He didn't deserve to be talked to like that. She should say something, shouldn't she?
The filly approached the bickering horses, stomping a hoof as she squealed in disagreement with the mare's words, "Don't talk to my dad like that! You don't have to be so rude to him!"
Besides, the long legs were great for running. On this beautiful summer day, Sirana and her dam were out in the meadow just outside the Cobblestone territory. Anahi apparently liked that area a lot, and so Sirana, while still needing a dam's milk, used her time here to run around and explore while her dam ate the grass. To this day, the filly still wondered what it would be like to taste that green stuff she was always rolling around in. She didn't have the teeth capable of chewing it though, so no point in trying to find out.
The filly let out a happy whinny as she ran through the grass, slowing down enough that she could drop onto her back and roll around. A happy smile appeared on her face as she scratched her back on the earth beneath the grass, grateful to get rid of the itching. She got back up and continued to run some more, kicking her legs up in joy as she enjoyed herself.
Spotting a butterfly on a flower nearby, the filly wandered closer, admiring the bright red patterns on the insect's wings. The butterfly flapped its wings and left the flower, beginning to fly back toward the Cobblestone territory. Figuring there was nothing wrong in following it, as long as she didn't go too far, the filly followed after the butterfly, trotting fast enough to keep pace with it.
When it landed on another flower, Sirana lowered her head, flaring her nostrils at the insect as she tried to get a closer look. The butterfly left the flower again, flapping closer to her muzzle and landing there for a brief moment before taking off again, probably to go find a new flower.
Sirana watched the insect fly away, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Deciding she should return to her dam's side, Sirana turned and prepared to head back, but something stopped her. Flicking her ears back, the filly listened closely; it sounded like there were voices nearby, which meant there were some herd horses. How exciting! One voice she recognized immediately; it was her sire, Archam. That fact alone filled Sirana with a lot of excitement; it had been a few days since she'd last seen her sire, so she'd be happy to see him again.
The other voice, she didn't recognize, but that didn't matter. Perhaps it was a new member of the herd, some new addition to their 'family'. Anahi had told Sirana with that word meant, that even if the horses in her sire's herd weren't all blood related, they took care of one another, which made them like a family. Sirana wanted to make sure everyone in her family felt like they belonged here, so she figured she should go say hi to the new horse.
Cantering toward the voices, the filly arrived there just in time to fully make out what the other voice, the stranger's voice, was saying. She hadn't earlier, but now that she could determine what was being sad, it made her mad. Why was this strange horse speaking to her sire like that? Why was she being so rude?
Sirana didn't like that; her sire was a good, kind horse. He didn't deserve to be talked to like that. She should say something, shouldn't she?
The filly approached the bickering horses, stomping a hoof as she squealed in disagreement with the mare's words, "Don't talk to my dad like that! You don't have to be so rude to him!"