Callaquoia

Little Callaquoia stood before a cluster of asters, sniffing curiously at the deep purple petals that would be among the last flowers to shine before winter fully grasped the land. Little Calla was ignorant of the harsh weather soon to hit, and knew little of the perils she would face in life. Her few months of existance so far had been pretty great, spending time nursing and socializing with her mom, playing with Kacheska, and chasing bugs around.

Today, the roan filly had wondered away while her mother dozed off in the sun. And Charn had not been paying attention for once! She wanted to invite Kacheska with her, but couldn't find the other foal, so she galloped off on her own, and eventually found her way in a shallow valley bordered by a shrub forest.

Kacheska

Kacheska wasn't as adventurous as Callaquoia and was currentlys dozing next to her mother. She was now six months old and fully weaned from her mother who seemed to be keeping her distance from her father but Kacheska didn't question her mother. Her nostrils flare as she opens her eyes and she lets her lips pull at the grass.

Callaquoia & Daga

Pollen soon inundated the filly's nostrils, causing her to sneeze and wag her head. Calla bounced away from the asters and galloped along the edge of the thicket she'd discovered. When a shadow moved from somewhere within the foliage, the youngster stopped and drew her ears forward, nostrils quivering and head bobbing to try and work out what she'd seen.

A pair of large, dark brown eyes blinked back at her, perched on a face of rich tan fur and a long, slender muzzle. It took Calla a moment to realize she was looking at the face of a deer, who up until now, she'd only seen at a distance. Charn had been fierce in keeping the smaller ungulates away from his mares and fillies, and they'd always scattered at the sight of the feisty stallion.

"Hello?" Callaquioa ventured, taking a step closer to the shrubbery. The deer drew back into the shadows, much to Calla's disappointment. With a snort, the filly reared up and tossed her head back, scanning the meadow. Charn was still out of sight, and her mother was still asleep. And... there! She finally spotted Kacheska not too far off, on the other side of a shallow hill. "Don't go anywhere, little deer. I'll be back!" Calla chirped merrily, then pranced her way across the field towards Kacheska.

"Hey, Kacheska." THe youngster nickered as she got closer, trying to attract her friend's attention without getting the mare's. "I found something I want to show you!"