The Summer Solstice Gathering
He smiled to himself. His sister had grown into a fine young mare. He wondered what lucky stallion - or stallions - would be in her circle.
Then his thoughts turned to Spirit. How would she look? Different? Radiant? Who knows. His childhood friend could become anything she wanted to. But frankly, he adored that little fluffy tail. His had been too long for him.
And so, the stallion waited. Just waited. To see if anyone, new or old, would come past just to say hello, or how fine he looked, or to chat. So he looked, and looked, and waited.
- Lilah
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