Wind blow, chills going through her muscles. She's stronger, smarter, swifter. Her blood renewed by the foal inside of her. her energy restored. Her foal's sire unknown to her. She had never met him before. She only did this purely out of curiosity. She was glad her brother and her mother wouldn't hear of this. Her pregnancy. She had kept from others. Trying to keep this in the closet.
Her body glides effortlessly over the ground, her legs going at a lope. It was as if she had grown wings and was gliding over the smoothest terrain. Her heart beat faster. She wove gracefully between trees, leaves flying behind her. Keifer let out a whinny of joy. Then she slowed, only because of her thirst. She was breathing hard, but felt as though she could run forever.
Smiling, she walked briskly to a spring, then sniffed the water. It smelled sweet, like someone had dumped sugar into it. Slowly, she took a drink to see if it was safe. It tasted fine, so she gulped down mouthfuls, her thirst seeming to never end. When she pulled her head up, water dripped off her chin. She saw a horse near her. She put her ears back, not out of anger, but out of shyness. "Sorry," she said, backing away slowly. "If this is yours, I-I can leave." She shied from others lately, probably due to this being her first foal and how strange she must have looked. Slender, twig like legs under a rounded barrel. Her neck was arched, tiny compared to her belly.
Her foal turned, squished in it's small confined space. She was carrying low, not helping her appearance. She turned her head, eyes looking lovingly to her torso. She nosed the shifting bulbous shape. "Shh. It's OK. You'll have all the room in the world to grow soon." She felt the foal settle down. She smiled at the thought of having a foal. She forgot the world, focusing on her foal. Keifer felt as though it was going to be a colt, but kept silent. Nothing bothered her at the moment.
Nothing was going to separate them.
Ever.
Her body glides effortlessly over the ground, her legs going at a lope. It was as if she had grown wings and was gliding over the smoothest terrain. Her heart beat faster. She wove gracefully between trees, leaves flying behind her. Keifer let out a whinny of joy. Then she slowed, only because of her thirst. She was breathing hard, but felt as though she could run forever.
Smiling, she walked briskly to a spring, then sniffed the water. It smelled sweet, like someone had dumped sugar into it. Slowly, she took a drink to see if it was safe. It tasted fine, so she gulped down mouthfuls, her thirst seeming to never end. When she pulled her head up, water dripped off her chin. She saw a horse near her. She put her ears back, not out of anger, but out of shyness. "Sorry," she said, backing away slowly. "If this is yours, I-I can leave." She shied from others lately, probably due to this being her first foal and how strange she must have looked. Slender, twig like legs under a rounded barrel. Her neck was arched, tiny compared to her belly.
Her foal turned, squished in it's small confined space. She was carrying low, not helping her appearance. She turned her head, eyes looking lovingly to her torso. She nosed the shifting bulbous shape. "Shh. It's OK. You'll have all the room in the world to grow soon." She felt the foal settle down. She smiled at the thought of having a foal. She forgot the world, focusing on her foal. Keifer felt as though it was going to be a colt, but kept silent. Nothing bothered her at the moment.
Nothing was going to separate them.
Ever.