.gratitude prickled her little heart as if it had been asleep. it had been so long since she was last with her mother, she had forgotten the comfort of protection. a shapely muzzle peered from around Glory's front, followed closely by puzzeled eyes. the eyes were near hidden by dense lashes. lashes that showed when she shyly dropped her eyes, unable to meet the gaze. her black bay face tilted slightly, a layer of underlying gold struck by sunlight. she stepped forward. the gold-black of her face drew a crisp line below her throat, revealing a fluffy cloud white body. here and there midnight had stroked a finger, its ink blossoming into large, smooth patterns. still staring fixedly at the ground, the weanling spoke, trying to remember the manners her mother had taught her.

|Hello. I'm Shimyrh.|