(Just started editing the first few chapters I wrote. The prologue is up. I am working on a second one)
I woke up to the sound of birds singing. My eyes opened and stared at the world in wonder.
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Blanche sniffed carefully at the clean, fresh ai...
I woke up to the sound of birds singing. My eyes opened and stared at the world in wonder.
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Blanche sniffed carefully at the clean, fresh air. It tickled her delicate nose. She shivered leaning against her mother.
Macy, noticing that her foal was awake, nudged her gently, urging her to stand. Blanche stood on shaky, wobbly legs and suckled happily. When she was full and satisfied, her mother then groomed her, making sure that her scent imprinted onto her foal. That way, if Blanche was lost in the herd, her mother would be able to find her by scent.
Blanche nickered.
"Mama, what is that black shiny thing?" The shiny thing Blanche was referring to was a monarch butterfly.
"That is a butterfly my dear." Woofff! Macy snorted as the butterfly tried to land on her soft, velvet muzzle.
"Pretty butterfly, pretty butterfly!" The little foal danced and pranced about chasing the flying insect.
Indeed the butterfly was pretty. It had bright, shimmering orange wings that were outlined in the darkest black, spotted with dots of white.
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Blanche was so very occupied chasing the butterfly that she didn't notice, the tall dark stallion looming ahead.
She collided into his strong legs; her small body rolled in the dirt as dust floated around in the air.
Poor Blanche
She raised herself up, wondering, where did the butterfly go?
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I can't find any good pictures of a golden foal.
😔 sigh 😔
If you find a good picture please pm me the link.
I am a new writer, so bear with me please. If you have any suggestions for me, I would be grateful for the help.
