.dew-drops kissed those lashes long. baby eyes did nothing but hide. they didn't hide so well as they thought, but they hid. they hid and noticed. first they found the other horses. some were colors unseen to those eyes, but most were familiar. some were even marked like she. she, with dew-drops on her lashes and whiskers never clipped. she, with dark lacing on the spindrift coast. that dark had no name. it was black enough to be bay and gold enough to be palomino. they called her dark. dark and white. that was it.

.height was cursed upon her for sure. a warmblood's height. so was she bred, so was she growing. there was nothing she could do, but grow. she would not pout. height or no, she was refined. her markings made her all the more so. a drizzle of white on her cupped muzzle, a large star hidden in waves of gossameric forelock. 50-50 throughout the rest of her. white legs free from grass stains, but not fetlock. tiny hooves carrying a weanling with snap across the field. snap she had in her gait, but doubt in her heart. innocent loft in her trot, innocent anxiety in her eyes. why was she here? who really cared? she started down the hill to make her shy and rather forgetable entry.

.a curved neck and ears that flopped. she was pieced evenly, and slimly, but that height was still up there and the ears still flopped earnestly. she picked up an easy trot. hind legs propelled her foreward, her front legs just made a show of prance. developed muscles balanced her down the steep. but those eyes still plead for acceptance. its a natural thing. denied once, always feared.

.grace possessed her whole. it charmed the trot she lulled in, it set her neck at an arch. it brushed the ground with each airy footfall. it tremored with her vulnerable flanks. it shone in those baby eyes. it was her authority.

.and then she stood. thin legs held her up. they seemed too thin, like icicles. her eyes seemed too sweet behind the gossamer and lashes. those lashes touched with dew from sleeping in the daisies. her lips moved silently in a prayer, a plea. she was a baby. just a baby.