Ah, yes, another "excuse" for not updating. Although my computer really was having a four-day long "moment"!
Once again, I own nothing but the plot & Two
Also, this is still un-betaed.
Last, but not least, a good portion of the next few chapters is flashback, but I hope you will find it helpful. The flashbacks are in italics.
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Rain was used to Spirit taking some time with new mares, but this was getting ridiculous. Almost any mare was quick in joining this band, because of its large size; it was very safe and provided much companionship. Almost any mare would prefer to live in such a setting.
Almost any.
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Spirit began to spout unintelligible mutters. He was smart; no doubt about that, but this mare put a whole new spin on the word "smart".
Many mares were hesitant, either they were already in a band, or they had some other tie to their home, but this was the first mare that had downright refused Spirit's request.
Or, so he thought, he had a pretty good feeling that she just told him no.
Two was moving further down the cliff, she really wanted to be away from Spirit, really wanted to.
"Yeah, he's still in shock from my refusal, I'll bet, but first it would have been me, then it would have been my territory, who knows where it would have gone from there?" She muttered.
Two was not fond of traveling in large groups, she preferred traveling with one or two companions, or alone, it was the way she was raised.
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The night was descending, and she had been walking for many hours, but she never fell back, she always looked ahead with stubborn determination.
Cirrus admired his eight-month-old daughter; she would grow up to be a fine mare one day.
Cirrus was a large fellow, 17.2 hands and jet black. His body bore the scars of many battles, making him look like he could kill anything that would be fool enough to stand in his path.
He looked back; his band was small, consisting of silver, himself, and his foal-hood friend, a little pony called Blacklegs.
"It is best," Cirrus thought "That my band is small, nomads such as us should not travel in large groups, and we can be followed easier in large numbers."
"Where are we going?" Silver asked.
"Ah, Silver, my little Two, we are going south. There are vast bands oh horses where we are going. But you must promise me one thing; you mustn't ever join one of those bands. They may look pleasant, but once you believe you have found the land of milk and honey, some hotheaded, young stallion will bring you world crashing down." Cirrus replied
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Two had upheld her father's wishes thus far, and she was determined not to let this stallion break her promise.