Voltar looked at the mare standing in the field. He'd seen her before, seen her as a foal born to a beautiful mare that lived down the road. Votlar swallowed hard as they watched her move. Each step was light, floaty, much more than he was really expecting the mare to be. She was beautiful, much more than her gangly appearance as a yearling. He gave a low whistle, trying to get her attention despite the gathering of the herd around her. Hoping that her attention would switch to him while they...
