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The next day, the Mare was awake with the birds she liked so much. She learned to like this place. The grass was good and she had her Human now. She started to long for her herd, but she could see the benefits of being there: she had fresh grass, a fresh field, a fresh box in the stables during heat waves, and she had her fur taken care of. Plus, they had these amazing roots she couldn’t forget about. What more could she hope for?
As to answer her question, Caelyn arrived at this instant, followed by the little brown sapiens who were often around. Her sound was Maën, and she was always there when the Mare was brought to and from the stable area.
It meant that the Vasteuro would have to leave her field again and she didn’t like that one bit. Again Heat waves maybe? Better inside than dying.
Caelyn approached with a different ivy than the one she would generally bring. This one had a sort of leathery bit on it, and it was lighter in value. The mare got curious at what it could be, and why it was so different. Trusting her friend, she let her put the soft plant around her head. It wasn’t very different from the other and had the same purpose: Guide her.
Well, okay the ivy had changed… The feeling was strange, but not uncomfortable
She was brought back to the stable area, around them, and was tied up to a wall.
It was scary having this huge cliff in front of her, but as long as her human was calm, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Came in a biped her human called “Valeria”. This person was in weird attire, with some strange objects all stacked up in an even stranger… thing. The Mare had no real word to describe it. It was green… it slid on the ground? This human took a while observing her feet, and the Vasteuro started to grow weary. What could she be doing? She started to move around, fearing for her life, when she heard a voice with a strong accent.
" - Easy there, Ma'am, they won’t hurt you.
She turned to the voice and saw two stallions in the nearby field. The darkest look at her with confidence, it was probably he who spoke. Beside him was a smaller lighter one, rather timid.
- Are you sure? Said She. They won’t hurt my feet?
This time it’s the timid one who spoke in the same heavy accent.
- For sure no! We see that kind of person every month at home! They are called farriers, they take care of our feet, and yours are sure too long and in dire need of a trim. "
Not fully reassured, she looked back at Valeria who was gathering strange objects. The mare figured that these two probably knew a lot, and she could use this time to learn more with them as if she was going to have her feet manipulated, she would have time.
So she started to chat with them as the first feet were being done. The 2 young stallions explained to her what the farrier was doing, and that the objects were called “tools”, they explained all they knew about it and what was happening. For the second foot, they all watched the farrier do her job in silence as Caelyn was petting the Mare’s neck and chest, this helped her not to freak out as she saw bits of her hooves fall on the ground. The vasteuro was very perplexed by this trimming.

While Valeria did her other feet, as Caelyn was still petting her, the mare continued to talk and ask questions to the two young stallions. She wanted to learn more about them and her new home. Thanks to them, She learned that humans gave names to identify people and other animals. A weird thing to the mare who always used smell to know who she was talking to but well.. humans could be strange, at least she could now better understand them, and it explained the sound they made to call each other.
She learned that the two stallions, who were in fact Gelded, were named Anakin and Brigant and were brothers. That she was herself called Pixy by her human, and that in this place all that these humans did were for the horses’ good.
They talked for a while about the stable life and the wild life. The two siblings were horrified, certifying these hard days were over and in exchange of playing with them and carrying them on your back, the human would take care of all of her needs
That sounded nice, the mare hoped all of her herd was brought up to a place where they would have the same way of life, and had all of their needs met.
As the farrier was working on her last feet, she saw the two Geldings leave, prancing to their human bragging about going home..
As they said goodbye and left, Pixy thanked them and focused herself on the 2 humans with her, thinking about all they had talked about with Anakin and Brigant. This place was still a mystery, she still met only two horses, who didn’t even live here, and so many things were left to discover. Many puzzling things, sounds, words, and smells.
Perplexing thoughts were rather quickly obscured by the smell of the blessed root. The Farrier and Caelyn were giving some of the yellow roots to Pixy, who ate them all with joy, forgetting quickly about her concern. Yes, she would find that out all in due time, for now, all that mattered was that her feet felt great, she felt even lighter and more comfortable moving and walking, and that she had yellow roots.

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This Art is Part of the Wild Vasteuro Project by the Vasteuro and Vasteuro-Association
More specifically the 2nd art following the prompt: Gettin feet done

I feel like Pixy is very accepting of her new life, maybe a bit too much for a wild horse, Caelyn got lucky tere, she could had find herself with a very wild mare.

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              Featured Character(s)

   -Pixy-
   Toyhouse






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   Do not Trace, Steal nor Repost my Art
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(c) Art by Bleizez-Art

Description

Previous Chapter   Next Chapter

The next day, the Mare was awake with the birds she liked so much. She learned to like this place. The grass was good and she had her Human now. She started to long for her herd, but she could see the benefits of being there: she had fresh grass, a fresh field, a fresh box in the stables during heat waves, and she had her fur taken care of. Plus, they had these amazing roots she couldn’t forget about. What more could she hope for?
As to answer her question, Caelyn arrived at this instant, followed by the little brown sapiens who were often around. Her sound was Maën, and she was always there when the Mare was brought to and from the stable area.
It meant that the Vasteuro would have to leave her field again and she didn’t like that one bit. Again Heat waves maybe? Better inside than dying.
Caelyn approached with a different ivy than the one she would generally bring. This one had a sort of leathery bit on it, and it was lighter in value. The mare got curious at what it could be, and why it was so different. Trusting her friend, she let her put the soft plant around her head. It wasn’t very different from the other and had the same purpose: Guide her.
Well, okay the ivy had changed… The feeling was strange, but not uncomfortable
She was brought back to the stable area, around them, and was tied up to a wall.
It was scary having this huge cliff in front of her, but as long as her human was calm, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Came in a biped her human called “Valeria”. This person was in weird attire, with some strange objects all stacked up in an even stranger… thing. The Mare had no real word to describe it. It was green… it slid on the ground? This human took a while observing her feet, and the Vasteuro started to grow weary. What could she be doing? She started to move around, fearing for her life, when she heard a voice with a strong accent.
" - Easy there, Ma'am, they won’t hurt you.
She turned to the voice and saw two stallions in the nearby field. The darkest look at her with confidence, it was probably he who spoke. Beside him was a smaller lighter one, rather timid.
- Are you sure? Said She. They won’t hurt my feet?
This time it’s the timid one who spoke in the same heavy accent.
- For sure no! We see that kind of person every month at home! They are called farriers, they take care of our feet, and yours are sure too long and in dire need of a trim. "
Not fully reassured, she looked back at Valeria who was gathering strange objects. The mare figured that these two probably knew a lot, and she could use this time to learn more with them as if she was going to have her feet manipulated, she would have time.
So she started to chat with them as the first feet were being done. The 2 young stallions explained to her what the farrier was doing, and that the objects were called “tools”, they explained all they knew about it and what was happening. For the second foot, they all watched the farrier do her job in silence as Caelyn was petting the Mare’s neck and chest, this helped her not to freak out as she saw bits of her hooves fall on the ground. The vasteuro was very perplexed by this trimming.

While Valeria did her other feet, as Caelyn was still petting her, the mare continued to talk and ask questions to the two young stallions. She wanted to learn more about them and her new home. Thanks to them, She learned that humans gave names to identify people and other animals. A weird thing to the mare who always used smell to know who she was talking to but well.. humans could be strange, at least she could now better understand them, and it explained the sound they made to call each other.
She learned that the two stallions, who were in fact Gelded, were named Anakin and Brigant and were brothers. That she was herself called Pixy by her human, and that in this place all that these humans did were for the horses’ good.
They talked for a while about the stable life and the wild life. The two siblings were horrified, certifying these hard days were over and in exchange of playing with them and carrying them on your back, the human would take care of all of her needs
That sounded nice, the mare hoped all of her herd was brought up to a place where they would have the same way of life, and had all of their needs met.
As the farrier was working on her last feet, she saw the two Geldings leave, prancing to their human bragging about going home..
As they said goodbye and left, Pixy thanked them and focused herself on the 2 humans with her, thinking about all they had talked about with Anakin and Brigant. This place was still a mystery, she still met only two horses, who didn’t even live here, and so many things were left to discover. Many puzzling things, sounds, words, and smells.
Perplexing thoughts were rather quickly obscured by the smell of the blessed root. The Farrier and Caelyn were giving some of the yellow roots to Pixy, who ate them all with joy, forgetting quickly about her concern. Yes, she would find that out all in due time, for now, all that mattered was that her feet felt great, she felt even lighter and more comfortable moving and walking, and that she had yellow roots.

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This Art is Part of the Wild Vasteuro Project by the Vasteuro and Vasteuro-Association
More specifically the 2nd art following the prompt: Gettin feet done

I feel like Pixy is very accepting of her new life, maybe a bit too much for a wild horse, Caelyn got lucky tere, she could had find herself with a very wild mare.

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              Featured Character(s)

   -Pixy-
   Toyhouse






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   Do not Trace, Steal nor Repost my Art
   L i n k s

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(c) Art by Bleizez-Art