Post by writtenphoto on Jul 30, 2012 21:37:37 GMT -5
Ridge
Ridge had fallen in love. Not with a noble stallion, but her newborn daughter. She had a coloring closely to hers; but not with the pattern of the coat. What should call her? Should it be something closely related to the islands or something connected to her daughters birthplace?
The only reason she had chosen the beach as a place to birth the newborn was because the mare herself was born on the beach. It was somewhat of a tradition she wished to pass onto the child.
There was so much she wanted to teach her daughter, like the ways of ridges herd before she left them. She wanted to teach her child the way in which she was taught to weave flowers into a mane, or maybe the way of spending a year on the mainland as a yearling. But maybe that one might not work out.
Ridge lowered her head. Working on her child's coat, working it down to where it was soft. It would be the same with her offspring and her,
Born in the sand.
OCC: oh how typing on a iPod is making mah posts suck
Ridge had fallen in love. Not with a noble stallion, but her newborn daughter. She had a coloring closely to hers; but not with the pattern of the coat. What should call her? Should it be something closely related to the islands or something connected to her daughters birthplace?
The only reason she had chosen the beach as a place to birth the newborn was because the mare herself was born on the beach. It was somewhat of a tradition she wished to pass onto the child.
There was so much she wanted to teach her daughter, like the ways of ridges herd before she left them. She wanted to teach her child the way in which she was taught to weave flowers into a mane, or maybe the way of spending a year on the mainland as a yearling. But maybe that one might not work out.
Ridge lowered her head. Working on her child's coat, working it down to where it was soft. It would be the same with her offspring and her,
Born in the sand.
OCC: oh how typing on a iPod is making mah posts suck