~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

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Thunderstorm nods once and narrows her eyes. Her movements are tense. She turns to the side and snorts. She notices something on the top of the hill. She rears back and whinnies. Then she races toward it.

Trajon narrowed his eyes as he watched her, turning to Duck's stallion. "You know, I think I agree. Let's keep tabs on her. Watch what she brings back."

"Probably a stallion,"
 
Thunderstorm raced over to the hills.
"Mother?" (I'm the player of her mother, this is the only time she'll be in)
"Thunderstorm?"
"What are you doing here?" Thunderstorm flattened her ears.
"I followed you."
"For two years?"
Thunderstorm trotted off back to Trajon and the white stallion. She gave one look at the white stallion, then walked right past them.
 
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Trajon narrowed his eyes as he watched her, turning to Duck's stallion. "You know, I think I agree. Let's keep tabs on her. Watch what she brings back."

"Probably a stallion,"

Trajon narrowed his eyes at the mare, apparently Thunderstorm's mother, and blew an edgy breath through his nostrils. He pretended to ignore Thunderstorm as she had him, but her lack if awknowledgement for him had the usually easy going stallion irritable.
 
Thunderstorm walked on by, even though she knew Trojan was watching. A single tear formed at the side of her eye. She clearly remembered her mother leaving her when she was only two, sick and starving.
"Why did you come back?" She whispered, and asked the wind to carry her voice to her mother. She raised her head up, her mane softly blowing, tears visible.
 
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Trajon blinked, and he softened slightly. She was young, and he was getting cranky because she didn't want to submit to him. Well, that's what you were like! he told himself. He decided he would take it easy on her. "Thunderstorm?" he asked gently. "Who was that?"
 
She whipped her head around. "That... That was my mother. She has come back to me for some reason." She looked back up at the hill. Her mother was still there.
"Go away!" She yelled. "Run away and never come back!" Tears streamed down her face at the sight of her mother. She reared upwards, and raised her tail in a threat. She saw her mother flinch. Thunderstorm lowered her head. She sighed. What have I done? she thought.
 
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Trajon looked firmly at the hill, resuming his authoritve stance. He trotted a few strides, his muscular shoulders are hindquarters rippling with power as he tensed.
 

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