Famine

He ran along a mountainside on a ledge. he was running for the pure joy of a gallop. His long banner was flowing behind him and his tassle was in a waltz with the wind. His nares flared taking in more oxygen. His thorns were pinned, as he reached the top of the mountain, were he did a sliding stop at the end of that mountain top. He stood in a collected manner, with his large, powerful boa arched. He did a half rear, along with a neigh.

Feather

The small filly watched as she heard his footsteps agains the stone. She snorted and kept grazing. She was welcome here, at least by the lead. And thats all that mattered. Her small tail swished, as she munched on the emerald blades of grass.

Desert Rose

She watched the flicka and only spared a glance at Famine. If he wanted her to watch the orphan she would. But he wouldn't get a thanks.

Feather

The small flicka saw the mare approaching, and she trotted a few yards away. She flicked her small tail at flies, and out of annoyance also.

Desert Rose

She watched the flicka silently, her orbs watching her, so she was also annoyed with this pairing. Rose snorted and walked towards some grass and began to graze watching the flicka.

Feather

She snatched her head up as the mare snorted. She walked away a bit more, not trusting the mare.

The mare of the age of 3 watched silently. Her left hind hoof was cocked in a restful position. She was a very beautiful mare. She listened for any who were near.

Desert Rose

She watched the growing flicka, a snort escaped her maw, atleast her babysitting was over.

Feather

She just began galloping. Her tallons churned up the earth beneath her. She let aloud a whinnie of great force and joy. She bucked one length. Her long mane was flowing like a helpless flag in a hurricane. She flicked her tail, kicking her heels up. She ran onto a hill, and then around it. A row of trees were in a line, she ran up one side, and turned and weaved, and ran back, and weaved like a proffesionally trained gaming quarterhorse. She slid to a stop on the muddy banks of the stream. She lowered her dial to take a drink.

Desert Rose

She followed the flicka disdainfully at a trot, she watched her drink coriously, she would be leaving soon.

Feather

She lifted her head, and flicked her ear back, then her head.
What?
She asked, pricking her ears. She knew the mare did not like her, and she did not know this mare so she would not judge her.

Famine

THe steed watched the mare, as he grazed atop the hill that she had raced around. He snorted. He remembered when he had that much energy. He began walking down to the seen. He had to request something.

Desert Rose

What She said in a tired kind of way.

Feather

Why are you following me?
She turned around, so that her butt was now facing the stream and not the other mare.

Desert Rose

She snorted in distaste. She spoke testily. Because I have been told to be your baby-sitter She said as calmly as she could but how she wanted to nip the other mare in the rump, she was the fae's elder and should be respected, but she would let her go this time.