Silver Storm | FVH | Home Again
It was dark and cold. In that moment nothing existed. Just her.
Keno walked along the edge of the clearing where it met the forest. In the afternoon light it was hard to see more than a few feet into the gloomy forest. He sighed and continued walking.
“Keno.” the stallion stopped to see the beautiful red dun filly that they had found just a few weeks ago. Her mother was also a good looker. The patched stallion turned toward her.
“What do you need Miracle?” he asked, his voice calm and loving. The filly walked up to him. She had grown into a beautiful two year old in the passed weeks. And the other foals of the herd were all growing into their adult bodys. The fillys had become mares, and keno a stallion, which meant he would have to leave when Storm came back. The filly nudged Keno.
“Do you have to leave so soon?” Keno sight and put his head around hers.
“It is the way of life, Mir. I have to, o