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[DuckyGurl]

Ariel walked over to the muddier side of the bank and rolled, trying to itch a skeeter bite.

 

[Dutchgirl]

Peter was badly scarred and had a few minor flesh wounds. He had just bravely fought off a small black bear with Flip’s help.

As for Flip himself, he was beginning to show obvious signs of age. He was becoming weaker and had begun to gray. His radiant yellow color had dulled and the sheen on his black mane and tail had begun to fade. However, not only his physical being was changing. His mind was weakening. No longer could he remember certain events and he was becoming rather forgetful. He even forgot who Bandit was at one point and began to charge at the half-grown colt. He occasionally subsided into trance-like periods where his eyes became glassy and he murmured things about “Lily”.
All the horses were worried about him.

Eowyn’s foal had been born – stillborn. Her grief was not completely hidden, but she did not dwell on it for too long, instead turning her mind to the trouble ahead.

Bandit was growing into a fine young stallion, already near two years old. He had a wild yet polite spirit, and all could see that he would become a great horse.
However, he longed for romance. He knew that Rufus had a mate, and Apollo. Granted, they were older than he. But still… He had remembered in the last few months the little filly – what was her name? Lydia – who had often tagged along behind him. At the time he had thought she was just playing follow-the-leader, or watching him just out of curiosity, but now he thought otherwise. Still, he hadn’t liked her much. If he were to take a wife it would be a filly he truly loved.

They had avoided Windherd and Fireherd due to Flip’s pleas that he didn’t “want to have those herds” in his last memories. They had traveled on toward Rainherd where some very nice but rather quiet and dull horses lived. Afterwards they stopped at Songherd, in which very different horses dwelt; these Songherdians were joyous and loud and loved to party every night. They had no fear of fire and had kept this particular one alive since December.
Since then they had gone to any number of herds, almost too many to count, including Cloudherd, Whisperherd, Lakeherd, Smallherd (that one had been interesting), and Iceherd.
Now they were approaching a thick grove of trees where they wished to sleep. It was broad daylight, but inside the trees it was as dark as night and twice as chilly, Scout Bandit informed them. “What a strange wood,” mused Eowyn, trying to believe that a foal, sired by Peter, was yet growing in her womb. “What makes it so dark and cold?”
“I don’t know, ma’am,” Bandit said, ducking his head politely. “But it’s sure shelter from the sun. Am I getting a sunburn?” He twisted his neck around and looked inquisitively at his thin summer coat.
No one answered. Flip took the first step forward and together they marched into the trees.

To be continued…

 

[chickendiva25]

 

[DuckLover179]

But Lydia is pregnant!

 

[DuckyGurl]

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And Lydia is mates with Ash now...but you know where her heart truly was.

 

[DuckyGurl]

I g2g be back MAYBE later!

 

[DuckLover179]

Nvm

 

[chickendiva25]

(Hey Dutchy, I've got an open little filly!

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[DuckLover179]

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Who? Esther? She's way younger...

 

[chickendiva25]

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Who? Esther? She's way younger...

Is she? Oh right, yes, she's like 2 years old I suppose