
This was her third clutch and the season was starting to cool and things were starting to come out of the swamp. She had clutched in this season before, and she remembered the struggle of a new parent raising foals in the raining season. Perhaps some of it had been that she was new to raising foals but this time... she was seeking out a bit of help.
To ask for a bit of luck to better able to find food and shelter when the swamp became clinging mud and rain fell in sheets and obscured her vision and made it so much more difficult.
And such she walked, confidently into the dusk of the twilight hours. It was her time and the time of change and it seemed like the time to find legendries for a blessing if they would so obliged her.
@Ruriska