07-23-2015, 11:57 AM
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The mare entered the field cautiously, her ears pricked forward and nostrils flared. This was the first time she had ever left the small grove her mother had her secluded in. Now, in her third year, she was finally allowed the freedom the world had to offer. She had left in the early dawn and now cooling evening she was exhausted. The area seemed safe enough, and she did so gladly. It only took her a moment to find a patch of clover that the chill of the changing seasons had yet to take hold of. Her belly rumbled at the sight of such a meal and she greedily began eating. As she grazed, she started thinking of why she was even here in this strange place.
'Sweet Grass, do you remember what I told you of your heritage?' Her mother had brought it up a week ago. It seemed like years now that she was so far away from her mother. 'We come from a long line of mares, who lived in this little grove all their lives. You, my sweet, are the next in line. Your time had come.' Sweet Grass swished her tail anxiously. She had an important responsibility on her shoulders now. Her mother had said it would take time. Years even, but it had to be done. Then again, she really had no idea what she was looking for. Sweet Grass snorted and ripped up another mouthful of clover.
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