Desert Rose

She gallopws in her banner flowing behind, her she had a request of Famine, but she would wait for him, she walked slowly to a creek and began to drink greedily.

.F.amine.

..The stallion trotted in with a light limp. He had accidentally stepped on a stone, but it was no big deal. He nickered to the fem, as he too, began to drink. Hopefully no two leggeds would find them here.

Desert Rose

She watched him and walked closer to him, her orbs watching him. She watched for a moment then spoke.

Are their any others here

She said plainly.

Famine

He looked to the hill. Had the foal that he found followed him here?

A small paint foal stumbled as she reached the top of the mountain. Her tail was the only white that indicatied she was a paint. Thats why they called her feather, it looked like a little feather. She was only about 6 months old.

Desert Rose

She looked watched him and turned her crown to the hill he was gazing up. She snorted when she saw the paint flicka. She stood still watching her.

Famine

He whickered for the foal to come closer.
she was abandon.
He told desert rose, as the filly came cautiously walking over.

Desert Rose

She looked at the flicka and nickered softly to her.

Feather

She stopped, pricking her white ears to the sound. She whinnied very small like, and waited. She looked around curiously.

Desert Rose

She looked towards the flicka and whinnied towards her.

feather

The small foal pricked her ears and looked.
She swished her white tail, and began to trot towards the other.

Desert Rose

She looked towards Famine and spoke.

"What is she called."

Famine and Feather

He watched the foal a bit more, and looked to Desert Rose.
I don't know.

The small filly heard him and whinnied.
They called me feather.
She walked over.

Desert Rose

She snorted then spoke. "Who's watching her."

Feather

My mother and the herd were killed.
She stopped and watched intentlly.

Desert Rose

You point is...Famine if you expect me to raise the runt. I might have to leave. She said harshly.

Famine

He pinned his horns.
Shes old enough to eat grass and she's in this heard and if you can't treat her equally then you are free to leave.
He flicked his long tassel harshly, a sign that he was getting annoyed. His thorns, still pinned to his skull, he bit at her, and moved her out of his way. He had to go before his anger got the best of him.
Go ahead, go join those idiots in the prarie. Im sure they would love to accept you after you were willing to be their enemy.
He pinned his ears, still walking up the mountainside.

Desert Rose

She snorted at him, then nipped at the flicka, she would watch her as long as she was a good little girl.