[private] Flowers, Flowers, Everywhere; Reagan

[Elora]

She had managed to scurry away from her father’s unending grasp. Ever since she left her fathers womb he never seemed to let her out of his sight. Elora didn’t quite understand why she needed constant supervision. It wasn’t like she would get herself in any type of mess. She might have been small, but within her she held a lot of spunk and a whole lot of attitude. Elora was a literal mix of her two crazy fathers.   The bay filly bounced around the meadow with little care for personal space. She ran under a few towering stallions, and giggled her way past two heavy looking mares. All of the grown ups seemed so funny to her. They were all way too solemn. There was no need to take life so seriously. They all acted like they had just survived some type of catastrophe. Silly horses. Elora was a bundle of ignorance twirling her way around her green grass stage.   elora cat shifting daughter of sahm and newton