The beginning [story added]

In distance birds could be heard, chirping, most likely communicating to one another. Faint sound of short melodies could also be heard in the early morning. The sky was colored beautifully pink with a hint of orange and blue mixed within it, creating a magical moment. It was not so far away that a mare had recently given birth to a foal.

The eyelids slowly lifted, revealing bright blue eyes, though afterwards they closed few times while getting used to the bright light that was shining towards the foal. The filly is colored with soft brown colors, with darker stripes on her rump and neck. Her face, ears and legs were colored darker as well, giving the filly an overall soft and beautiful appearance.

Blue eyes look up and the first thing they see is the large muzzle coming towards them. They close when the muzzle gets too close and open up again when the muzzle withdraws. The filly stares at her large mother that has softly cleaned her face. When the mother pushed herself away from the ground the newborn attempts to do the same thing, although things do not go as smoothly as they did with the older one. In few attempts balance has been discovered. A small leg stretches forward and when weight was pushed on it, it crumbles down and the rest of the figure follows. Encouraging nicker reaches the brown ears and they rotate in the direction of the sound. The stubborn newborn goes in for another attempt, first getting up, secondly finding the balance and then the last step … taking a step. One step … two steps … three steps... four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps. The soft brown filly has now figured out a thing called walking. Her ears rotate when a voice reaches her ears, saying the name ‘Nikita’. The dark colored head turns around suddenly, and a tall figure is placed behind her. “Nikita, come” … It took a while to realized but soon the little filly wobbled over to the mare.

Colorful birds made an appearance on branches nearby, singing some melodies for the newborn foal. Some other forest animals approached slowly, taking a look at the new foal. Nikita’s ears rotate once more when more sounds reach her ears, though a cheerful appearance hints that the newborn filly is enjoying the presence of these strangers. A hungry sensation interrupts her and something inside her begins making terrible noises. The muzzle of her mother directs her in the right direction towards the milk. Nikita began nursing, warm drops of milk started to run down her chin.

A tall stallion emerges from the trees, he comes to a halt and a proud, emotional and caring expression washes over his strong bone structure. He slowly approaches and the animals fall silent, he stretches his muzzle towards the mare Nikita is nursing from. The newborn was too busy to notice that the birds had fallen silent. Though when she finishes drinking she looks up, after turning around a startled expression washes over her face and she hides under her mother. Blue eyes gaze upon the tall stallion, her mother giving her an encouraged and soft nicker. The little foal slowly makes her way towards the stallion, stretching her muzzle towards him and he does the same. Their muzzles touch and a loud and cheerful shriek is released from the filly’s maw as she runs back under her mother.