It was springtime. The new foals with fuzzed ears and tiny little waved beards were cropping up like mushrooms in the lush pastures. This was Gentyl's favorite time of year. The new babies reminded her there is always a cycle. There was death and dying, but there was also life.
She squatted just inside one of the stalls and watched a pretty little dun horse colt struggle to his feet. His front legs were splayed so far apart it seemed impossible he would ever purchase a standing position, but he was no quitter and his hind legs finally pushed him upright. She watched him nuzzling around until he finally found the distended bag leaking blue milk. The old mare grunted when he bunted her, but she never moved away from her inconsiderate son.
Gentyl had brought the aging buckskin mare in to foal her out so they could help her if she had problems. It had been a long labor, but the old lady produced yet another perfect baby. It would be her last. She would go out to the pension pasture after they weaned this baby and live out her days.
Satisfied all was well here, Gentyl walked over to the corral with the two-year-olds they had gathered that morning. They were all halter broke and gentle, but it was time to start breaking them to ride. She picked up a handful of halters and slipped them over her shoulder. The horses milled about in a corner nervously, watching her like she was a starving wolf.
"Idiots. You know who I am."
They did, but it was spring and spirits were high. It was fun to look for excuses to run and buck. They got their excuse. A stray cat being chased by a stray dog being chased by a stray worgen ran through the colts who turned and ran over Gentyl. She had time to throw her left arm up to protect her head before one of the colts reared up and pawed her. She dropped to the ground, but had enough presence of mind to curl up in a ball before the rest of the bunch ran over her.
Someone saw her and ran over to the corral to pull her out before the horses made another round. She rolled over on her side and groaned. Yep, that arm was broken.
((Gen's player broke her arm and tore a rotator cuff. That means she will be missing all the pvp action and she is a sad paladin. Don't use up all your rage before I return.))
She squatted just inside one of the stalls and watched a pretty little dun horse colt struggle to his feet. His front legs were splayed so far apart it seemed impossible he would ever purchase a standing position, but he was no quitter and his hind legs finally pushed him upright. She watched him nuzzling around until he finally found the distended bag leaking blue milk. The old mare grunted when he bunted her, but she never moved away from her inconsiderate son.
Gentyl had brought the aging buckskin mare in to foal her out so they could help her if she had problems. It had been a long labor, but the old lady produced yet another perfect baby. It would be her last. She would go out to the pension pasture after they weaned this baby and live out her days.
Satisfied all was well here, Gentyl walked over to the corral with the two-year-olds they had gathered that morning. They were all halter broke and gentle, but it was time to start breaking them to ride. She picked up a handful of halters and slipped them over her shoulder. The horses milled about in a corner nervously, watching her like she was a starving wolf.
"Idiots. You know who I am."
They did, but it was spring and spirits were high. It was fun to look for excuses to run and buck. They got their excuse. A stray cat being chased by a stray dog being chased by a stray worgen ran through the colts who turned and ran over Gentyl. She had time to throw her left arm up to protect her head before one of the colts reared up and pawed her. She dropped to the ground, but had enough presence of mind to curl up in a ball before the rest of the bunch ran over her.
Someone saw her and ran over to the corral to pull her out before the horses made another round. She rolled over on her side and groaned. Yep, that arm was broken.
((Gen's player broke her arm and tore a rotator cuff. That means she will be missing all the pvp action and she is a sad paladin. Don't use up all your rage before I return.))
Edited by Gentyl on 3/4/2012 10:46 AM PST
