Post by blackdance on Jul 23, 2008 8:30:39 GMT -5
Bracken walked purposefully up the path to the Foaling Pasture, looking worried. She was leading her 16hh palomino Thoroughbred mare, Broken Selene, who was in a sweat and panting. She led the mare into the pasture and turned her back for several minutes. When she turned back around, Broken Selene was panting hard, her beautiful golden coat matted with sweat. Bracken didn't want to see this. She headed down to the Stallion Pasture, where her 17.1hh liver chestnut Thoroughbred stallion, Cali-Beam, was grazing with his friends. He whickered as he saw her, cantering up to the fence, tossing his handsome head.
"You're looking healthy, Cali," Bracken whispered softly to him. "Good job, too. I can't wait to see your face when you get to meet your foal!" She laughed, scratching her devoted stallion's cheekbone and then tickling his forehead. Cali-Beam grunted and grumbled with pleasure, licking Bracken's wrist. "Cali! That's disgusting! You've been eating too much grass," Bracken joked, wiping green saliva from her hand. "I gotta go see your girlfriend, now..." she whispered sadly. "Hopefully she won't have waited for me!" And she rushed off back to the foaling pasture, where she found Broken Selene, and a tiny, chestnut foal, small and beautiful. He was already standing and tottering around his mother. He had a white blaze on his face and a white sock and stocking. But something was wrong. Broken Selene was still in a sweat, and clearly still having contractions. Bracken pondered this for a moment before a sickening thought entered her mind.
"Twins?" She wondered aloud. "What are the chances?" Bracken turned again, this time for slightly longer, and scratched the colt's nose gently as he walked curiously over to her. Surprisingly, he allowed her to touch him and Broken Selene made no protest either. Bracken was glad she had such trust with her horses. When she turned, there was a tiny skewbald filly laying on the grass, allowing her mother to lick her clean. She looked up at Bracken with her, huge, kind eyes and her heart melted. She knew these foals would not be going up for sale. And already she had chosen names for them...the colt: Bittersweet, the filly: Sweet Grace.
Bittersweet
Sweet Grace
Broken Selene
Cali-Beam
"You're looking healthy, Cali," Bracken whispered softly to him. "Good job, too. I can't wait to see your face when you get to meet your foal!" She laughed, scratching her devoted stallion's cheekbone and then tickling his forehead. Cali-Beam grunted and grumbled with pleasure, licking Bracken's wrist. "Cali! That's disgusting! You've been eating too much grass," Bracken joked, wiping green saliva from her hand. "I gotta go see your girlfriend, now..." she whispered sadly. "Hopefully she won't have waited for me!" And she rushed off back to the foaling pasture, where she found Broken Selene, and a tiny, chestnut foal, small and beautiful. He was already standing and tottering around his mother. He had a white blaze on his face and a white sock and stocking. But something was wrong. Broken Selene was still in a sweat, and clearly still having contractions. Bracken pondered this for a moment before a sickening thought entered her mind.
"Twins?" She wondered aloud. "What are the chances?" Bracken turned again, this time for slightly longer, and scratched the colt's nose gently as he walked curiously over to her. Surprisingly, he allowed her to touch him and Broken Selene made no protest either. Bracken was glad she had such trust with her horses. When she turned, there was a tiny skewbald filly laying on the grass, allowing her mother to lick her clean. She looked up at Bracken with her, huge, kind eyes and her heart melted. She knew these foals would not be going up for sale. And already she had chosen names for them...the colt: Bittersweet, the filly: Sweet Grace.
Bittersweet
Sweet GraceBroken Selene
Cali-Beam