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It had been years since the last time she was out in the wild; somehow Persia had taken a taste for the comfort of her stall, being the queen of the hive, the matriarch at Mercury Stables. There was still snow most of the year, food was never lacking and there was always shelter when storms were raging. Life was good. So good that her human trusted her enough to leave her, untied, untacked, and unsupervised, free to roam around in what used to be home. In her heart, it was still home too, Persia was thriving in this scenery and the fresh air despite her newly found taste for comfort. But there wasn't enough freedom out there to keep her away from the crazy human that took her over some years ago. She went around the trees as Alexa was setting up her camp, walked here and there, came back at full speed bucking and jumping like a yearling and making a show for her rider only to enjoy. Proof that the beginning of the journey had not yet made a dent in her energy nor her spirit.

Soon enough the sun started to set and the temperature went down quickly, making Alexa retreat to her tent as she was not enjoying those as much as her mare, making her shiver despite her adapted outfit. One last glance at Persia, making sure she would not need a blanket for the night - Al was still a real mother - , that there was no abnormal warm spot on her legs, and that there was enough food for her to eat during the night. The inspection ended with a couple of maple candies for her mare, a pat or two before closing behind her the door of the tent.

Which left Persia to herself, with only the stars as company, or so she thought.
When a shadow lurked around them the buckskin mare did not loose a second to stand in between it and her human, ears flickering between perked by curiosity and burrowing into her mane.

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The black one always took great interest in the visitors that tended to flake by in winter. Sometimes old familiar faces would be showing up, could it be that Persia was such a face too? Right now it was hard to tell with the mean expression being slightly distracting but he decided to greet her softly
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Pt.1 for Persia's Journey, she protecc, she attacc, but most importantly she's a snacc

Art & Persia Emii-M
Persia's original design, The Black one and his written part abosz007

Description
It had been years since the last time she was out in the wild; somehow Persia had taken a taste for the comfort of her stall, being the queen of the hive, the matriarch at Mercury Stables. There was still snow most of the year, food was never lacking and there was always shelter when storms were raging. Life was good. So good that her human trusted her enough to leave her, untied, untacked, and unsupervised, free to roam around in what used to be home. In her heart, it was still home too, Persia was thriving in this scenery and the fresh air despite her newly found taste for comfort. But there wasn't enough freedom out there to keep her away from the crazy human that took her over some years ago. She went around the trees as Alexa was setting up her camp, walked here and there, came back at full speed bucking and jumping like a yearling and making a show for her rider only to enjoy. Proof that the beginning of the journey had not yet made a dent in her energy nor her spirit.

Soon enough the sun started to set and the temperature went down quickly, making Alexa retreat to her tent as she was not enjoying those as much as her mare, making her shiver despite her adapted outfit. One last glance at Persia, making sure she would not need a blanket for the night - Al was still a real mother - , that there was no abnormal warm spot on her legs, and that there was enough food for her to eat during the night. The inspection ended with a couple of maple candies for her mare, a pat or two before closing behind her the door of the tent.

Which left Persia to herself, with only the stars as company, or so she thought.
When a shadow lurked around them the buckskin mare did not loose a second to stand in between it and her human, ears flickering between perked by curiosity and burrowing into her mane.

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The black one always took great interest in the visitors that tended to flake by in winter. Sometimes old familiar faces would be showing up, could it be that Persia was such a face too? Right now it was hard to tell with the mean expression being slightly distracting but he decided to greet her softly
______________

Pt.1 for Persia's Journey, she protecc, she attacc, but most importantly she's a snacc

Art & Persia Emii-M
Persia's original design, The Black one and his written part abosz007