Morigan
WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING?
She’s really growing to love Cobblestone Creek. They’ve had a peaceful few months since Merida’s birth, spending their days in and among the trees and keeping mostly to themselves. She hasn’t meant to be antisocial, but it’s been nice to have had some time to herself, some time to simply watch Merida grow.
And grow she has. Merida has blossomed from a spindly little thing into an adorable weanling, her red mane and tail finally beginning to lose their fuzzy qualities. It’s crazy to think about what she might look like when she’s a full year old.
But she has to admit to herself, their isolation isn’t exactly fair to Merida. The filly is young yet, and she needs other foals to interact and play with. And she’s well aware that several of Archam’s other mares gave birth during the spring.
So, when Archam whinnies for the herd to gather, she answers without hesitation. She gives Merida a little nudge, and the both of them make their way through the trees to join the little group.
Both hesitate on the outside of the little gathering, taking a moment to take in the herd members they haven’t met yet. Finally, they move to join them, and Morigan nods politely to the champagne mare. “Hello there, I’m Morigan, and this is my daughter Merida.”
And grow she has. Merida has blossomed from a spindly little thing into an adorable weanling, her red mane and tail finally beginning to lose their fuzzy qualities. It’s crazy to think about what she might look like when she’s a full year old.
But she has to admit to herself, their isolation isn’t exactly fair to Merida. The filly is young yet, and she needs other foals to interact and play with. And she’s well aware that several of Archam’s other mares gave birth during the spring.
So, when Archam whinnies for the herd to gather, she answers without hesitation. She gives Merida a little nudge, and the both of them make their way through the trees to join the little group.
Both hesitate on the outside of the little gathering, taking a moment to take in the herd members they haven’t met yet. Finally, they move to join them, and Morigan nods politely to the champagne mare. “Hello there, I’m Morigan, and this is my daughter Merida.”
SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND.
Sorry for the wait!