"Do you know where the lead stallion is?" Roy answered Twilight after calling her, his mane unruly in the intense, warm summer wind that blew relentlessly his face. His dear friend, the chocolate brown mare, stood and watched longingly after the foals, her eyes ambivalently expressing solemness for her seemingly far-fetched dreams, yet joy for the mothers that could have the pleasure of children to call their own. What a beautiful thing, she thought, breathing a silent sigh as a weary smile cracked upon her face under her tight, rope halter.
Evander's head kept tilting over as he was sleeping, and finally, his forehead hit the lowest branch that was under the willow's shade. "Mmm-hmm," he sputtered, his eyes fluttering open. He yawned, and stretched his black-socked forehooves, then his eyes grew rather wide when he noticed how much he'd slept in. "Morning already?" he muttered before walking off to the clover field, the first groggy thought in his mind was of breakfast. His kinked tail of ebony swished lightly in the breeze.