AT THE FAR END OF THE main barn, WindSong nickered to Thomi. Autumn and Fairwind echoed it. WindSong allowed a better glimpse of her son this time. Still, she wasn’t quite ready to let anyone do more than that. So Thomi observed from outside the stall.
Right down to the irregular pattern of white on his left foreleg, the right hind coronet, and the diamond shaped star upon his forehead, the colt was the image of his father. It helped to ease some of the guilt she felt at murdering Sherwyn. This foal could very well fill his father’s place in DreamWynd’s breeding program. And his grandfather’s.
She moved to Belle’s stall, and the filly stopped nursing long enough to cast Thomi a curious glance. White leg markings positioned precisely opposite of her half-brother’s, the little miss sported
