Nova grazed nonchalantly, her daughter Awentia standing by her side. The young foal rested her head up against her mother's soft, warm side. She could feel Nova's ribs expand and contract with each slow, calm breath. Awentia sighed. She loved moments like this; when the breeze rippled through the grass and colorful wildflowers; when the sun cast warm rays of light down onto her back; when her Mother was close by, and not far off where she could not find her. Slowly, Awentia drifted off into a light sleep. Nova, who was still chewing on the grass, noticed the nicker of another horse nearby. She lifted her head for a moment, letting her eyes fall on Chance.