One spring day in the month of April a strange memory occured. Leading an old mare born of the wintry mountains to a place away from her homeland. A place quite special in the first year she had come to this place mid winter. As her hooves pressed into the awakening moisure in the dirt she began her journey.
Closing her eyes she remembered the storm and the herdmate Sheridan that had helped her drag the basket back. Murmuring the words "Fallen Star" in her mind she sniffed the air. Being mid april was a knowledge of storms and yet again this was no exception. Wondering greatly what possesed the mare to travel out in an on coming storm was beyond her thoughts. But something was driving her, leading Celendria toward something. What though? what could be pulling her old legs toward that spot, the very place she caught a falling star.
Each step drove her closer as the storm set in now slowly drenching her coat. a silken white mane usually flowing was sticking to her neck as was her tail to her hanches. She snorted as the rain came much faster now causing the mare to gallop without contemplation as to why. She had no idea nor did she understand what drove her out in this madness. Only she sensed she had to go back to "that place" once more. Try as she might to simply return home, her senses screamed much like the pouring rain blowing past her.
When she reached the tree she inhaled the air from the rain. Something was off in this particular place she noted. Though the place where Glory was once found seemed perfectly normal.
Odd.
She lifted her head and inhaled the area again shaking the water from her shoulders to her haunches. The rain was letting up but she still had that feeling she was missing something, so she remained. Walking slowly around she nosed the long stems of grass nodding and whickering. It appeared no herd of her own or another had set forth in this area.
How very strange.
Lifting her head once more she looked to the neighboring willow about 100 yds away and that is when Celendria noted the flames or what appeared to be "something" out of place. She moved uneasily closer yet her curiousity nudged her to get there as soon as she could. Tilting her head as she stood not a foot away reveiled a basket nestled under the tree.
"A basket? Here? But Why?" she asked herself though her insticts told her why. Just like Glory she had a job to consider. Just like Samedi she would raise this one as her own. There was no guarentee what would come out of this decision. Celendria only knew she had to listen to her contemplations.
