Briallan walked to the stream that was located a ways from her mother's herd lands. Her children grown, and leading lives of their own now had wandered off to see what life had to offer them. It was almost strange not being able to hear the sound of their tiny foal sized hooves traipsing about in front of the den, instead now she had grand kids to think of. Haven, her eldest daughter had brought two fine boys into the world and they were growing like weeds. With a small smile, she neared the stream and bent her head to drink the cool crisp water.Roselyn hopped up behind Briallan and clung cutely to her hind leg, peering around it to watch the area around.
